Hadrian stared as Edwin did his morning routine of kissing his medallion and then doing stretches. The vampire never understood why the hedge healer did it.
Edwin, as Hadrian had expected, was a stubborn mule that needed to be dragged to bed every night. Hadrian had not been too concerned with that on the road.
Edwin liked to give a good example to the children, and so he laid still during the entire time he was supposed to be asleep.
Whether he actually slept or thought of vaccines, illnesses or necromancy, was up for debate. Hadrian would wager his money that Edwin had not slept more than three hours at a session while they traveled.
Which was why, as soon as Edwin got distracted, Hadrian cast his strongest sleeping spell at his friend.
A spell so strong, it could put a dragon to sleep.
Or an army of halflings.
Hadrian had tried both after unsuccessful heists and could attest to the success of the spell.