The hardship of a floor

These were savage lands.
Kailus lay on the hard floor, thinking about the feathered mattress and silk sheets that he could have been sleeping in. But those comforts came with a price, and his freedom was not something that he would surrender for it.

He glanced around at his companions, halfling and dwarf, most unlikely bedfellows, and yet here he was, about to head off into the wilds on the promise of a few coins, How far he had fallen, all to keep the illusion of freedom.

He closed his eyes, wondering what the morrow would bring. He had only his talents to his name now, and he would have to rely on them in the coming days. Though they had never been tested in real combat, they were real skills, not those bought be title. He hopes that they would be enough.