"Not so fancy. It's a pile of hay with blankets. But it feels better to think of it as a bed rather than a nicely made up pile of straw."

He'd even acquired a chest and shelf to hold his few personal items, and placed at the end and side of the "bed", they helped hold its shape. And thanks to the Knight-Commander, he was going home with more items for his little corner.

"There's plenty of it down there." Salvatore gives him a funny look anyway. "You're from the Fallow Mire?"