Dayraven splashed water on his face from a basin, he and Imharr used old strips of cloth to grasp the handles on the sides of the cauldron, which was full of steaming water, and carry it outside. It was still dark out, and Dayraven welcomed the light breeze fingering his kirtle as he glanced up at the glimmering stars. The position of the moon and stars told that it would not be long before dawn began bleeding into the sky.
