Jared felt so tired. It was all he could do to eat his dinner and get back to his wagon. The unloading would have to wait until morning. He crawled up into the wagon and buried himself in a couple of the new blankets he'd bought. He awoke the next morning to the sound of other people milling about. He sat up. His hair was doing its usual thing: standing up all over. He tried his best to smooth it out. he had no idea where his comb was at the moment. He'd love to be unpack and organized today. That could wait until after breakfast though. Speaking of breakfast, he smelled coffee. He got dressed. He put his armor on, more of out of habit than actual desire to wear it. It just felt right to him most of them time. He crawled out of the wagon and headed for the food.<br/><br/>"Morning." He yawned.