Lothian woke up in the night with sweat dripping from his brow. He threw away the red blanket with his feet, taking a deep breath. Normally, he would sleep without anything to cover him during this half of the year, since it was too warm, so why did he use the blanket yesterday? Oblivious to why he did what he did, the young boy climbed out of the bed and grabbed the leather garment beside the bed, equipping it and pulling the sinew strings to fasten it. He walked to the fireplace, taking the metal cauldron that lay not too far away as he walked out of the hut, still sleepy as his feet moved in an old habit.