Rochil sat leaning up against a tree. The fish was wonderful, and he was happy to have a decent meal. It was something their company hadn’t had in awhile. He remembered Awyrgan’s words to Liol, and laughed softly to himself. He knew she probably shouldn’t have moved but it was just a little joke he thought. They ate and then they all went to bed. The next day they would start up early and Awyrgan would lead them back on their path.
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The next morning Rochil woke to the smell of bacon cooking. He stretched and yawned. The morning sun shone down. Rochil started to prepare for the days journey before heading off to breakfast. After there breakfast Rochil headed back to his pack. Soon Rochil was finished. He put on his belt and put his sword in his sheath. There, I’m already now.
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