Drake was sitting on his bed sheet beside the burned logs of wood they used as their campfire, while sharpening his scimitar using a knife. Drake was still drowsy, you can see it in his eyes, he stayed up all night to prepare for provisions the group will be needing. Drake paid no attention to other merchants, he wasn't in a mood to socialize. After sharpening, he sheathed the scimitar back to its scabbard which was hanging on his hip. He rose up from his bed and went to the carts to check their conditions.