Hearing Roan stir, Glenn rolled over and slowly sat up, then stretched his arms up over his head with a rather loud yawn, probably disturbing any wildlife nearby that Roan might have been considering for breakfast. Accustomed to rising early, the large youth lumbered to his feet as he picked up the damp traveling cloak that he'd been using as a blanket and gave it a good shake to get the debris off. 

Even though the sun was barely peeking up over the horizon, Glenn couldn't help but feel excited for the day ahead and for the adventures they were bound to have. He pulled the map out of his shirt pocket, just to look at it again and make sure that nothing had happened to it overnight. Already, it was looking considerably more crumpled than it had when Glenn discovered it within the old book.

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About the same time, and not more than a mile away, Sibley opened her eyes, then closed them again, pulling her blanket tighter about herself as she tried to ignore the rising sun. But the horse was beginning to nicker softly at her, expecting breakfast. "Alright, alright," she said out loud, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders as she got up and dug into the saddle bags to get a few handfuls of oats for him. "Best make that last, there's not much left," she told the animal.