[ Listening to you moving about from where he is, especially since he's already preparing to turn in for the night. He's just smoking through the last bit of tobacco that's in his pipe: there's no point in letting it go to waste.
Once that's through, you'll hear his own quiet bustling as he brushes his teeth, sets some things in order. He's turning the lamps down low in his section of the tent, which lengthens and darkens the silhouette his figure cuts out against those dividers. ]
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Once that's through, you'll hear his own quiet bustling as he brushes his teeth, sets some things in order. He's turning the lamps down low in his section of the tent, which lengthens and darkens the silhouette his figure cuts out against those dividers. ]