While travelling...

Aetoris takes his meditation before the sun even starts dropping, ensuring that when he is roused for the watch, he is fully rested and ready to tackle anything that may come out of the dark. Immediately upon waking, he sneaks up on Oma to take her portable hole and toss it on the ground some distance away. Delving inside, he pulls out a sachet of coffee and makes himself a steaming cup to enjoy while his eyes scan the dark. Before settling in, he folds the deep black gossamer fabric back up and returns it to her pocket, as silent as the night itself.

Good evening Ro. How's things been the past few years. Been a long time since we shared a watch, hasn't it? he says amicably as the first watch heads off towards sleep.

Returning his nod with a crooked smile, Rolana sips her strong, black tea (prepared by her own hand and from her own supply, thank you very much). It has, indeed. Sometimes I really miss those days. Most of my work nowadays is infiltration - get inside, win trust, find whatever I'm looking for and steal it, and disappear. That, and managing my network of operatives. Not much straight up adventuring anymore. Although I have to admit, not traveling under a false identity feels a little weird now.

She reclines against her pack, giving the impression of casual relaxation. What about you, Aety? Are things working out as you'd like?