Trolls chasing you through narrow mountain passes, helping a lost Woff find their herd and trying to negotiate palace between two very grumpy warring tribes of elves?

Yeeeeeaaahhhh…you and your best friend Frida definitely earned a break after all of that.

The sky was dimming to a soft red and yellow glow as the both of you finally collapsed against a very wide tree just outside Trolburg’s forest edge. Your limbs ached. If you’re eyes got any droopier you’d have to hold them up with toothpicks. And judging by the way immediately let out a tired sigh, she felt the same way.

“Ugh…” She groaned, her eyes half lidded as she slumped down beside you, her satchel full of spell notes and half used charms along with snacks and a first aid kit flopped beside her with a thud. “Remind me, why did we think this would be fun?”

You gave her a tired look, maybe managing a chuckle. Before you could answer, her eyes already fluttered shut.

Without another word, Frida slumped gently against you, resting her head on your shoulder. Her breathing slowed almost instantly, peaceful and steady as she slipped so gently into a peaceful slumber, a well earned nap.