Finally, before night fell, Dean signalled to the merchant group and announced that they were going to camp and rest.
As the sun set in the west, Thales tried his best to help the mercenaries do some things that were within his power, such as pitching tents in order to make himself look less burdensome. However, since he had never done this before, he was clumsy and awkward. The only consolation was that Quick Rope, who was a newbie, was not much better than him.
After being at a loss as to what to do and making plenty of errors for half an hour, Thales and Quick Rope, a layman and a newbie, managed to pitch three shapeless and crooked tents for the mercenaries before those on shift duty returned.
The mercenaries' tents were packed closely together at the back of the slope.
Thales could see that there was quite the rift between these warriors who risked their lives for money, and the ones they were protecting.
