Saiman woke to the musical chirp of crickets and the soft crackle of a healthy fire. The moon had jumped to a new spot in the night sky. Gruff and Buntas shadowed forms sat near the fire. They spoke in low tones with a laugh here, and a slap on the back there. The two shared companionship and conversation. Gruff had his feet kicked out, a beverage in hand, the intimidating man never seemed so human. Miller and Blondegirl were gone. Every muscle in Saimans body ached. A glance at his health showed it was still at one, despite being at full mana. Did he not naturally regenerate health the same way?
Saiman sat up to join the two at the fire. His head pounded with each step.