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You head to the bunk that will serve as your bed for the rest of the trip. It's nothing much—barely a plank with something that resembles a threadbare sheet on it—but it's better than nothing, you guess. Though you shudder to think what kinds of diseases you might get from touching the stained cloth.

Oh well. You will keep all your garments on, cloak included, and hope for the best. It's either this or a chair, and you'd rather be horizontal at the moment.

You know you slept through a night and half of the day already, but apparently, it wasn't enough. You still feel exhausted.

Maybe pushing yourself so hard hasn't been the best of ideas, but what else were you supposed to do? Dorlas waits for no one.

So now you're ready to drop down like a log again. The world can wait for a few hours.

You lay your satchel on top of the bunk and then get yourself into position. Pushing the satchel underneath your head, you try to use it as a makeshift pillow. It's kind of bumpy, but it'll do in a pinch. And this situation qualifies as a pinch.

You try to get yourself to relax…and hope against hope that there'll be no dreams tonight.

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