If Tanis rolled too far to the right, hed bump Flint, who snored contentedly, lying on his back, his hands laced over his chest. His beard fluttered with each drawling breath, and occasionally, he would mumble softly about proper dwarf spirits.
And so, Tanis found sleep between the two Halflings nearly impossible. He carefully turned left, away from the dwarfs rumbling snores, and eyed the kender curiously. He had washed his hair earlier in the evening, and left it out of his beloved topknot to dry. Tomorrow,