When Roman returned to the camp, he found Kael fast asleep in his tent. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he noticed Neato curled up in his sleeping bag, snoring softly.
"Look at him, sleeping peacefully in my sleeping bag," Roman muttered to himself, shaking his head in amusement. He decided to let Neato enjoy his borrowed comfort and settled down on the sand nearby, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.
As the first light of dawn filtered through the sky, Neato stirred awake, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He glanced around the camp and saw Roman and Kael already up and about, their preparations for the day underway.
Stretching his arms overhead, Neato yawned and stood up, feeling the stiffness of sleep leaving his muscles.
"Morning," he greeted, his voice still heavy with drowsiness.
"Morning," Roman replied, his tone clipped as he packed up his belongings.
Neato scratched his head, feeling the call of nature. "Where to now?" he asked, stifling another yawn.
"Melronia," Roman answered tersely, his focus on the task at hand.
Neato nodded, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I wanna take a shit," he declare.
END OF CHAPTER 12