Three people gathered around a fire pit, chatting lively late into the night about their next actions before dispersing contentedly deep into the night.
After merely two cups of rice wine, Xiulote felt a bit tipsy. His young body was not yet fully grown, making him more susceptible to alcohol. Bertade reached out to steady him by the arm and helped him back to his tent. The young man smiled and did not refuse.
"Wine doesn't intoxicate; people intoxicate themselves," Xiulote said with self-deprecating laughter, giving a warm embrace to bid farewell to the loyal Head Warrior before lying down on his simple sleeping mat in a slightly tipsy state.
After a hectic day of battle and setting up a temporary camp, naturally, there were no soft grass beds to lie on. The samurai were not very fussy about their living conditions.