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[young_tmriddle]

It's not long past their vaguely harrowing encounter with the Knight on the bridge that Tom calls a halt in the progress. It's getting too dark for the horses to see, and he's hungry. And tired. Don't forget the tired. The other two could go on for hours, he can tell, and they are welcome to it. He wants to be awake, alert, and ready for their

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[cutting_edgex23]

"Yes," X says, slipping off of Tinker and unhooking the hamper from her packs.

She pulls down a bedroll, too, and sets it up next to the tent.

Someone has to keep watch.

Just in case.

"Do not eat it all."

[always_okay]

"Is this thing bottomless too or is it just the tent?" says 494, already reaching inside. "And hey, nice digs, by the way. I was always given the impression that terrible camping experiences on quests were supposed to make you hurry it along, but screw that, I say. This is the way to go on a search-and-rescue op."

[young_tmriddle]

Tom closes the flap of the tent with a smug grin and walks around the perimeter of the camp, setting warding charms.

"Don't worry, even if we eat what's in the hamper, and that hardly seems possible, we probably have some extra food in the kitchen. Maybe even a bottle of wine."

He goes inside the tent to look. "Why don't you all come inside and make yourselves comfortable?" he calls over his shoulder.

[cutting_edgex23]

X hesitates, gaze flicking to 494.

Just for a second.

But as long as it looks like no one is preparing for World War III--

She slips through the doorway, immediately moving to the side.

It really is comfortable. But she wants to be sure she can hear what's going on outside.