Kanyil sits in quiet contemplation, her hair still a bird’s nest of sleep tangle, groggily sharing small bites of her breakfast with the rat perched on her leg. If everything goes as smoothly as yesterday, they should reach Bear Peak by nightfall. If her recollection serves right, there was mountain stream running south from Bear Peak and eventually feeding into The Long River about 35 kilometers west of her hometown Westing. With any luck, the party will want to rest nearby it and Kanyil can try and catch some fish during her turn at watch. That would pass the time and be a hell of a lot less boring than last night’s watch turn was...
Finishing her meal, she sets Tumbler on her pack and stands up, wiping the crumbs off her pants.
"We should get going," she suggests, looking at the elf.
"Do you want to check your map before we set out, Feridir?"
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