In Gale's highly educated opinion, elves are incredibly lucky. Not bound to the tenant of sleep like other mortals, they scrounge even more time out of their lengthy lifespans by removing any need for sleep. Instead they meditate to rest, remaining aware the entire time. To top it off, they don't need to meditate nearly as long as humans sleep.

Such thoughts course uncontrollably through his brain as he fights his sleep. His eyelids are heavy and his gaze bleary as he lays in his bedroll. You sit across from him in his tent, going about your business and having the audacity to be unaffected by the late hour.