Everyone is asleep in their tents. It is a quiet morning as the young sun awakens from its slumber and touches the dew on the grass, making the clearing shine as if it were filled with diamonds clinging to the lush blades of grass. You wake up and stretch as you work your way out of sleep's hold on you. You walk over to the nearby stream to freshen up for the day ahead. When you come back you find that Keith, the Basitin, is now awake. He stares at you blankly before going about his morning routine. You hear rustling within the other tents, the others must be awake now too.