Preparations
Chapter 12 of The Thief's Armor
Jarek handed Satchel a heavy parcel.
“Food,” he said. He then gave him a cloth roll tied in the middle with a leather strap. “Bedroll.”
The old thief had been busy ever since their encounter with the bard the previous day. Satchel was certain Jarek had gotten no sleep.
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