I wake up to the smell of cooking fish. I don’t think I’ve been asleep that long, certainly not more than an hour. My MP hasn’t fully refilled, but I’ve gotten enough back that I’m no longer in danger of falling over if I try to stand.

The fish is delicious, and neither of the other two says anything about my nap. They just eat and look around.

“I don’t think the lake is entirely safe yet,” Daniel says, “and I’m pretty sure the dungeon entrance is down ...