Lucrecia was talking in her sleep in a mixture of languages that did not construct a proper understandable sentence. As she opened her silver eyes, she looked at the pile of spear heads, and then up at Ramon with a smile. It was the first time she had a good rest, she could feel that she was no longer exhausted physically and emotionally from her endeavors.<br/><br/>"You are an early riser..." The sorcerer sat up and began stuffing her silk bedroll into her bag of holding and looked over at his pile extending the pouch at him. "Would you like to store those here?"<br/><br/>Waiting for a response she lured out her Owl from a pocket dimension. Not only was it named Lavender it’s plumage was of the same color as the pod of tiny flowers she was named by. Lavender wore a regal cape as it stood on Lucrecia’s quarter staff where it often perched itself like a stilt.<br/><br/>Neither of the women noticed Ramon leave the hut. Until everyone decided to continue on their journey to the snow mountains Quinn took refuge in the shade still hidden away in her black clothes and mask in silence. Sunlight was painful to her and she was cursing under mask. Typically Quinn ventured at night but being held prisoner for so long required a full resting period despite only needing four hours as an elf, she had a level of exhaustion to get rid of in eight hours as a full resting period.