Kuzan was slumped up against a tree, pulling his sleep mask up to his forehead, damn if he wasn’t tired. He sighed the sleep from his chest and blinked the sleep from his eyes. He stood up with an incoherent grumble, he couldn’t keep sleeping wherever like this, his joints couldn’t do it. Kuzan would remove his sleep mask and shove it into his pocket, pulling his goggles down onto his face. He knew near by was a bar, so why not head there and get something to eat? So he did just that.