Morning came, and Hilma the warrior woman rose from her beddings and sat up straight. Leaning her back against the tent, she looked around with a dreamy gaze. Yet with her mind still catching up with her vision, she stretched and yawned and didn't notice anything unusual about her surroundings, even though a problem was staring her right in the face.
Resting her head against the tent's wall, she sat in silence with nothing going on inside her head. Quiet, that's what she wanted at least for now, since the moment everyone else wakes up, her problems will start piling up faster than she could grasp.
'I wish Felix and Astra weren't such knuckleheads.' She thought, and finally, with her head turning to their beddings lying empty on the ground, she realized that something was wrong. 'Where are these two?'
