At the nudging of Summanus, Nova awoke from his sleep. He was a little more groggy than he expected. Indeed, he often took pride in being able to go from waking to running in a short moment's time. Perhaps it was those Aven beds again. Sleeping in until mid-morning in a soft atmosphere had allowed his mind to relax. It was going to take a few more sleepy mornings to get back into the habit, he thought ruefully.
"Thanks," Nova said to the Borak, rolling himself up into a sitting position. There wasn't much to see. The fire had been diligently been stoked by the turn of watches, and one of the others had gone for fuel at some point, so there was a plentiful supply of charred wood to throw on. Unfortunately, that would give him less things to do as he fought away fatigue. Perhaps he should try walking.
Nova knew enough about warfare to know that the best time for an ambush was right before the break of dawn, when the last watch stood tired and the rest of the camp was in its deepest slumber. When the fight broke out, if it even lasted that long, the ambushers would then have the advantage of the early morning light to make fierce blows and scurry away. Nova didn't particularly expect any of this to happen, after all, they were still nominally in Aven lands. There was little reason for the Tenneth to come back, there was nothing to gather from a bunch of dead stick poking out of a scorched earth. Hopefully one day the land would regrow.
Patrolling back and forth for the better part of the early morning, Nova saw the last part of the night through without much incident.