Dante couldn't sleep much, after lying motionless for the better half of what seemed to be an hour he got to his feet almost like a robot. Once up he walked a little ways away from the campfire, just out of the light. He thought about various things, Vosur's story, why he was going for the Mana, and maybe rethinking what he desired. After awhile of thinking he started cracking various joints on his body, bending backwards to crack his back, popping his knuckles and various other things you would probably avoid out of the sheer pain it would cause. He didn't flinch or make any other noise, the only thing you could hear was the popping and cracking.