[Nerindel]

Sorlas had rose from his slumber early, the camp was silent and the sun had not yet risen above the horizon. Sorlas stretched and unable to get back to sleep he walked down to the stream to a secluded area he had discovered during his stay at the camp. He stripped off his clothes and waded into the stream, the water was cold and he shivered slightly as he washed. Once he had finnished and was dry he put his pants and boots back on and lifting his tunic he walk back to his tent.

By this time the sun had now risen and so also had most of the camp, he entered his tent grabbed a fresh tunic much the same as the one he had just thrown down and grabbing a leather thong he walked over to the lodge to join the others for breakfast.

As he walked he tied back his still damp hair loosely at the nape of his neck with the leather thong, he nodded to the others as he passed them to get some tea and a warm breakfast of bacon and eggs, he also grabbed two apples, putting one in this pocket to give to Telpëtal, his rough haired stallion. he then settled himself down next to the others and enjoyed his hearty breakfast.

A short time later, Istlist arrived badeing them to make ready to leave. Shoveling the last of his breakfast into his mouth, he got up and rushed over to his tent to re-saddle and pack Telpëtal. The proud horse was already there waiting for him, he smiled as he gave the horse the apple he had saved for him, he then ducked into the tent and brought out his gear and proceeded to pack his horse.

Once he finnished packing he went back inside the tent. Lifting his sword he carefully fastened it about his waist, he then lifted his quiver and bow and slung them into position on his back, he then lifted his cloak from the corner of the tent and went out and slung it across the front of his saddle. After checking all the fastenings he lead his horse to the center of the camp where the others were waiting.