Northern and Anike reached the main settlement on the river at midnight. He was shown into a grand room decorated with a large bed that could sleep five people easily. It was soft and really plush.
And he had it all to himself.
He couldn't remember when last he'd slept so well. He slept like an absolute baby, rolling around the bed, swinging his legs, hugging the pillow. His sleep was so good that when he woke up, his head was upside down from the position he remembered laying it. The entire sheet was crumpled around his body in a chaotic nest of fabric.
When Northern woke up, he felt it was time to progress—and by progress, that meant leaving this place. Thus, he sent a mental direction to the Thunderhead Dreadnought. The ship itself would know where to go with that. All Oland had to do was stand in front of the wheel and watch Northern control it remotely while having no idea where they were actually going.
'Poor guy's probably going to think he's lost his mind.'
