As the evening began to wind down, I noticed that most of his men were going to one of the back rooms and pulling out rolls of cloth, seemingly made from rough plant fibers, but heavily patterned, similar to the grass weavings I had seen Tsukimine working on in her free time. These rolls were then stacked together at spots, seeminly divided into groups, and the people who brought them out were laying where they were put. It seemed that they were used to sleeping communally, something that made sense given their sea-faring nature, but that had never occured to me before. Even more curious, they didn't seem to mind that others were not sleeping, laying down close to games of cards and dice, passing their non-empty wine skins over to their friends.
At the same time, the fires that had been
