Alistair, meanwhile, divests himself of the small pack and the weapons he brought along. True to form, he immediately digs out some more rations before flopping onto his bedroll.
The sun's sinking lower, taking on the richer, golden hues that come at the beginning of sunset. He's warm, contented; this was a good day, he thinks.
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The sun's sinking lower, taking on the richer, golden hues that come at the beginning of sunset. He's warm, contented; this was a good day, he thinks.