Dallas was snoring so loudly the table shook under his head. Kon, leaning back against a post, listened to the roar as he watched the others stirring around him. He liked this time of day best because there were fewer problems to deal with as they were all asleep.

Kon watched as the cook straggled downstairs and wrapped the Frisian's cloak around him, before entering the kitchen. He thought that she must really care for him.

Looking at Dallas, Kon thought they still had many days to make their destination. Perhaps staying one more at this place would not hurt. Gathering his cloak about him, Kon got up to stretch and walked outside to check the weather, leaving Dallas snoring.

Glaring grimly at the low hanging clouds, Kon wondered if it would be a peaceful day.