Lukas sat there in the silence of the night, thinking.
When they finally returned to the ringed city, the first thing they would do was rest. Of course, his feet needed a Medic before he put them through anything serious.
And after a few days, maybe more, depending on how everyone felt, they'd tackle a dungeon. It would be their first dungeon run on the Second Floor, with Karrakas guiding them through it the same way he'd guided them through the desert.
He smiled to himself and couldn't help but admit that he was quite looking forward to it.
Morning arrived gradually, the darkness at the eastern edge of the sky thinning first into grey, then into a pale gold as the sun began its climb.
The cold released its grip in stages, the air warming degree by degree until Lukas reached into his spatial ring and swapped back to his day clothes, the cooling underlayer settling against his skin.
The tent flap opened behind him.
