Long Rest

Your tired feet can finally take you no further. You flop down to the ground and proclaim that camp shall be made right here. Your adventuring party sets up their tents and brings out supplies to get a meal going, but there’s a surprise. The rogue managed to snatch a bag of marshmallows from the greedy innkeeper a few towns over. 

You all roast your sweet treats over the fire, laughing and reminiscing over the last few days’ events. It’s hard to believe this was a group of strangers a month ago, feels more like family now.