Lan felt himself nudged awake with a gentle tickle of magic. Whomever it was, they weren’t physically present in his tent but definitely in the camp. Groggily, he swatted the tendril of magic away as a minor annoyance. It was too early.
Whoever was waking him up must have wanted the beatdown of their lives however as he felt the telekinetic brush again. He growled a protest as he rolled over, wrapped his blankets firmly around himself, and closed his eyes more tightly with a frown of distaste for mornings. He sent a bit of psychic feedback along the magical probe and grunted with satisfaction as the connection stopped.
The prince had soundly drifted back off to sleep.
That was when someone entered his tent stealthily.