Spring 1095 SR
With his tent in shambles, Ludwig had no choice but to wake with the morning sun. Stumbling out of bed, he squinted up at the sky where the clouds that had plagued them for days had finally drifted off, revealing a pristine blue horizon.
Still half-awake, he fumbled with his clothes and then pulled out his few remaining coins. For the first time in his life, Ludwig Altenburg had to consider the cost of a meal and what it would do to his remaining funds.
To make matters worse, someone within the tent lines was cooking sausages, and the smell caused his stomach to grumble. He picked up his waterskin, determined to fill it at a stream. If he was lucky, he could grab some bread for a few pennies, and that should be sufficient to hold his hunger at bay.
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