Hunting at Tossing Rill Forest

Eran woke up in his tent, trying to escape from his sleep. "Ughh..." Eran whimpered softly, his head still feeling heavy.

"Maybe I drank too much last night," Eran complained, muttering to himself. Carefully, he stood up and reached for his drink, drinking the fresh water that flowed down his throat.

After that, Eran opened the tent door slightly, allowing the morning light to enter, and he peered outside, trying to gain an understanding of the situation.

Eran saw many friends and companions lying around the campfire that had now turned into almost extinguished embers.

They were sleeping soundly after a long and lively night. Scattered around them were their equipment, shields, and swords that were carelessly placed after last night's feast.

Eran pondered for a moment, observing his friends still sleeping around him, and he whispered to himself, "They really don't know when to stop, do they."