Adrian had been deeply asleep, he had taken second last watch in shift last night which was followed by Margolynn taking the shift (more so last shift allows her starting prepare breakfast as well). He yawns and stretches in his bedroll, blanket sliding away and reveal his tattooed torso. As he was without company he wore only his leather trousers under the blanket. He did not need dress further as he moves to the campfire, picking one plates offered by their morning hostess. Impressed as usual for cooking skills but also the illusion layered on the plates which he felt was sure they were made from wood while ago.<br/><br/>As Adrian munches down his first bite on delicious pork, hearing Yulia's question he replies; "Aye, we should make it if we do not slow down from yesterday march. They are rather fascinating, their old as some feys those sites and they have sort odd otherworldly feel to them don't you think?" Adrian eyed Yulia in all her naked glory, smiling sight of their group's shameless nudist. He notices Galathiir doesn't have clothes either, so likely Yulia and he spend night together.