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Brighid answered with a mild snore.

Brihanna curled up in the small attic room she'd rented with her own gold, feeling rich. A bottle of cider sat on her nightstand and journey food was packed in her pack. She'd managed to wash up and wipe down her light armor and she had dumped her pack and re-packed it, then had cleaned her crossbow. She felt much better. Rope lay coiled on the floor by the door, a vigilant snake against any night crawlers.

Rhiannon had been snoring for at least an hour.