The night passes peacefully and without an incident of any kind. Girion wakes before anyone else, his eyes coming open in the inky pre-dawn darkness. He hears sleepy footsteps in the hall, a sharp *crack* and a muffled curse. "DiddlyBlastBelow! What imbecilic motherless moron put that wall there?"
The Gnome looks left, looks right, seems befuddled, and then finally looks up and sees Girion's face: "There yoush are! Don't shneak up on me like that, I'm liable to turn you into something ... unnatural, I am. I sheem to have mishplashed my room. I remember it had a number on the door...."