It was morning.
As dawn broke, the sun started to illuminate the small camp in the ruins, stirring the kobold in her sleep. Surrounding her were several ripped open bags, which prior were filled with her provisions. With a mixture of drool and berry juice also coloring her mouth, you could tell that it had been a long night.
After exiting the Catacombs, the Kobold had managed to return back to her camp. Arriving, she ripped her provision bags open trying to fill the growing hole in her stomach. Managing to do so after tearing into about 2 pounds of her food in under 5 minutes, she downed berries, dried meat, and rather stale bread in a gruesome yet transfixing display. Shortly after she flopped to the ground, letting go of the sword that she had taken from the catacombs and falling into a dreamless sleep seconds later.
A sleep that the sun was now trying to break her out of. Its bright light warming yet disturbing the muddy red lizard, causing her to move to try and block it out. Yet despite her best efforts, the kobold started to blink out of sleep and soon after sat up. Yawning and then licking her lips as she started to stretch her arms.
