Caedrin slept long and hard, the combinatiom of extreme exhaustion and medicine resulting in a dreamless night. When he finally awoke, the sun had already risen and traveled partway through the sky, blanketing the earth in its soft, warm glow. He blinked his eyes, the brightness more blinding than usual, as he slowly sat up and yawned, accompanied by a long-winded stretch. He sat in the same place for a while, waking himself up mentally, before realizing the area was disturbingly quiet. He quickly became more alert, hands instinctively reaching for his equipment, and looked around.<br/><br/>The first thing he noticed shocked him; the thief they had been chasing was sitting naught but a few feet from him, fully encased in a block of ice. He jumped out of the cart and took a few steps back in surprise, nearly tripping over Brinn's unconscious body in the process. "What in God's name..?!" he whispered to himself as he surveyed the scene before him, trying to piece together what could have possibly happened. "If I slept through this, I must have been even more exhausted than I thought.."<br/><br/>He eventually gave up on settling the mystery and knelt down beside his unconscious companion, gently resting his hand on her shoulder and nudging her in an attempt to wake her. "Brinn, wake up! Just what happened here?"