"Lydia!" Sera's voice rang out from inside the tent. I looked up from what I was doing as she peeked through the flap, squinting against the early light, before stepping out into the cool morning air.
Lydia was already up, stretching against the morning breeze. Her arms reached high above her head as she twisted from side to side, working out the stiffness from sleeping on the ground.
The dawn breeze was fresh and comforting, carrying with it the scent of dew and earth. Around us, the leaves rustled in rhythm with the wind, creating a gentle, peaceful sound.
I was crouched near our packs, checking our food reserves and counting the coins we had left.
I laid them out carefully, organizing them by type. Now that Lydia had joined us, the estimates of our expenses had increased.
Of course, I'd looted well from the fallen soldiers back at the valley. My pack was heavy with their belongings. But I couldn't just sell everything in one go and draw attention to myself.
