Location: Watch Tower 1 (C22)
> Graveyard
The young man's movements through the outpost had slowed considerably. After returning the pick to its proper place, he meandered his way back to the tower he'd been assigned. He wasn't in any rush to get back to it, but he didn't have anywhere else he needed to be. With the darkness approaching quickly, there wasn't much else he could do. Besides, there was plenty to think about before sleep.
Like how the inside of a tower could feel as crowded as the interior to an entire outpost. He went inside the building and saw the thin mattresses all spread out. At least it would stay a little warm in here with everyone's proximity. Rook touched his holy symbol again, once more calling forth divine illumination. He wound his way through the maze of things to find one of the corners with equipment piled in it. He retrieved his bag and knelt down, removing from inside a bundled up hammock. He hung the canvas from the walls as they closed in around the corner, fastening it tightly with hardware he packed inside the hammock.
After assuring its security, the cleric removed his boots and gingerly loaded himself into it with his bedroll. He relaxed with a groan, stretching out and allowing his body to finally rest.