<div class="floatleft">(https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjW1rL-H0J893nLLDjQpWwwNby21VHPqgVltm2JFpgKTSbn-6w4wVCi3fKWyr4UVdg78glfYO4U27wzYGEAq6UaJBrcZ2Xil-qhQ5SuSVy_cV_sP_wOuYGnmmB4Uin2XOIpALNu52gRzWtVULJbm1aZzaUSH7LQUYHGQ42Q2KSLVqRbiYDNHB44u2yz=w215-h320)</div><br/>Carissa yawned and stretched. She forced herself to get out of bed, which was simply a cot, sheet, pillow and a blanket. She was fully dressed, her sword and shield rested at the side of her bed. Before bed she would always clean herself with a wet rag, change into clean clothes and sleep, that way she would be ready for battle at a moments notice, and ready for any perverts who might want to bother her. This was also why she slept in a tent instead of the wagons.<br/>She finished stretching and grabbed the flagon of water sitting by her cot. She drank it down feeling the cold water travel down her throat. The sound of the wind lightly slipped up against the tent on the otherwise calm night.<br/>"<strong>Thank you."</strong>she said kindly to her squire as she stifled another yawn. She walked over to her plate armor and held her arms out. It was understood her squire would help her don her armor. "<strong>If you could get me something warm to drink it would be much appreciated.</strong>" Carissa knew her squire would likely bring her a warm drink otherwise but she still liked to ask.<br/>As Carissa stood with her arms stretched the cold air found itself around her body and the warm cot called out to her. The warm drink was a consolation prize and the thing that made a cold watch bearable.<br/><br/>