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Not too far off from the greater glowing shroomtree is a lake where the waters falling from the cliffside pool and flow out of the chamber in a great underground stream. If you were to guess at the size of the lake, you'd place its footprint at about 430 acres; roughly the size of the farmland set aside to support the castle staff at Rosebridge, perhaps a bit smaller.
You set up camp for the evening on a hillock overlooking its banks. Across the river, you can see the lights of a goblin settlement; a proper town made from shroomwood buildings, not just the camp that you encountered earlier. Those lights slowly peter out as the goblins too go to sleep. The Boar Emperor did not exactly provide you with proper camping supplies, so you will need to make due with sleeping under the stars... or the shrooms, in this case.
"Wake me in two hours," you tell Astra. "I'll keep watch from there."
"You sure you'll be good on just two hours of sleep?" Astra sounds uncertain at your proposal. She has made herself comfortable resting on the fluff of the stormwolf alpha. "I'd be alright taking a few more hours of watch, if you need it. Especially with that peach, I feel like I have energy to go for days..."
"That will pass," you tell her. "More importantly, your body needs time to adjust to its new power. Time and rest."
When she still has doubts upon her face, you give her further reassurance that, "I also have techniques that will allow to get a full night's rest while letting my senses expand to keep watch over us. I simply need two hours of sleep to let them work. You've nothing to worry about."
A lie. A very small lie. Ideally, you would allow yourself two hours of sleep for optimal performance, but you could function off meditation alone for the better part of a year without suffering any degradation of your abilities.
No reason to tell the Boar Empire that piece of information, however. The scrying sensor remains just a few feet away, watching and recording everything around you.
You fall asleep atop the delightfully soft lion-pelt. As usual, you dream of nothing, for the purpose of sleep is to defragment your memories and commit them to the depths of your subconscious. You need not experience them in fragmented and disjointed form for your mind to artfully rearrange them into their optimal configuration. You have dreamed before, but those were not glimpses of your mind, but rather of the higher planes.
Rarely a pleasant experience.
When you wake, you're greeted with a sight that makes you pinch your nose in mild distaste. No doubt this is the sort of thing that the Boar Emperor craves to see you engage in. Though from the spores filling the air, you suppose that it's not <span class="mu-i">their</span> fault. Still, you have to say, "You know that it's a futile effort, right? Last I checked, an elf cannot bear a stormwolf's child."
<span class="mu-s">What do you do?</span>
>Douse them with water
>Pull them off one another
>Let the aphrodisiac run its course
>Leave them and go bathe
