Morning had risen, and small droplets of water trickled down the tent of which Kino was sleeping in, before falling to the ground silently and repeating this process several times over.

This peacefulness was cut short as the wind began to shift, the rustling of the leather canvas Kino had used became noticeable, after fluttering her eyes several times she sat upright and peered through the doorway, observing Hermes who lay against a tree with a plastic sheet protecting him from rain. She quickly put on her clothes, they consisted of a black leather vest, a large dark green jacket and a thick belt used for suspending her trousers, after changing quickly she slid on her boots and stepped outside, while the wind was still picking up it was relatively dry, and warm enough to welcome the cool breeze as refreshing and invigorating.

“Morning Hermes” Kino bellowed, as she tore the plastic sheet away from him and neatly folded it up.

“Morning” he said in a somewhat sluggish voice