The morning on the resting platform dawned with its usual serene, twilight glow.
Daniel, feeling remarkably refreshed despite the… eventful… night spent, negotiating terms with Olenna, watched as the elegant woman meticulously prepared for their expedition.
Ayra and Lia were still deeply unconscious back in their shared section of the luxurious tent, the double dose of Olenna's special Palm Wine ensuring they wouldn't be interrupting any delicate business transactions for quite some time.
"They'll wake up thinking they had a particularly wild night of celebratory drinking," Olenna had assured him with a wry smile, adjusting the collar of her impeccable business suit.
"The Palm Wine has a delightful, if somewhat exaggerated, reputation for inducing profound and lengthy hangovers, especially on the unprepared.
It's quite convenient for… delicate operations."
Daniel just shook his head, a reluctant grin playing on his lips.
