As the merchants returned to their carriages one by one, the adventurers busied themselves setting up their solitary tents within the camp's confines.
Limon, due to the lack of prior preparation, led Teresa back to the carriage. The night had grown late, and the Laladoya had quickly drifted off into a peaceful slumber. For the small elf, any surface seemed to suffice as a bed. The plush long bench, which might have felt a bit cramped for Limon, was the perfect size for Laladoya's diminutive frame.
Outside, the groom Doron was wrapped snugly in a blanket, fast asleep.
Inside the carriage, Teresa was struggling to keep her eyes open, yet there was no space for her to lie down comfortably. Thus, she was gradually leaning against the wall, her body weary with exhaustion.
Teresa was an ordinary person, and for her to achieve a proper sleep, certain basic comforts were essential.
