“Hungry?” He stretches languidly. “Obviously.” Evander sniffs. “It smells like Aurora or Bardulf has already begun taking care of the matter.” I mirror his action. There’s a faint aroma of charred fish on the air. “Let’s hope it’s Aurora.” I retrieve my satchels from the corner of the tent, glancing into the bags to make sure all my rations are there. “I didn’t steal from you while you slept.” Evander props his head on his knuckles, lounging. “For your sake I hope not.” I give him a sidelong glance. “So feisty, even first thing in the morning. Where do you find the energy?” Evander snorts.
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