Sunlight filtered through the fabric of the tent.
Max slowly opened his eyes.
He blinked a couple of times.
The forest was quiet.
He heard singing.
A deep voice.
Singing something in another language, but he could understand it.
Max sighed.
Only two people in the group could understand that language.
Him.
And Varis.
The song talked about mountains.
About beer.
About a particularly aggressive goat.
"…Of course."
He stepped out of the tent.
The morning air was cool. The sun was barely rising between the trees.
And there was Varis. With his back turned. Urinating exactly where the campfire had been the night before.
Still happily singing.
Max watched him for a few seconds.
"Are you seriously singing while—?"
Varis turned around in surprise.
"AH!"
And as he turned…
The stream of urine changed direction.
Straight toward Dorian's tent.
At that exact moment the fabric opened.
Dorian stepped out.
Yawning.
