The morning dawned peacefully.
A light mist shrouded the clearing where the small group had spent the night. Dew gathered on the grass and the wheels of the carriages, glistening in the first light of dawn.
Among the trees, birds began to sing, filling the air with soft sounds that heralded the start of a new day.
Inside his tent, Adam slowly opened his eyes.
For a few seconds, he lay there, staring at the canvas ceiling that swayed gently in the morning breeze.
From outside came the sounds of the camp waking up: the crackling of firewood as the fire was stoked, the clinking of tools, the murmur of voices still half-asleep.
Adam exhaled calmly before sitting up.
As he stepped out of the shop, the cool air gently brushed against his face. The clearing was bathed in a golden light that was beginning to filter through the tree branches. Some merchants were already awake, moving among the carriages as they checked ropes, boxes, and sacks of merchandise.
