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Despite all of your preparations and your expectations of an attack, the night passes without incident. The morning dawns brightly, shining through the shuttered windows of your rooms. The hostel is quiet at this early hour as you begin to wake from the night's sleep.
 


Aeron, already awake from taking the last watch in his room, thanks Pelor for the rise of the sun as the cleric prays for his spells. Once that is complete, finishes his morning routine and heads to the common room to see what there may be to break the fast. As he waits for the others, Aeron is still in a somber mood. There will be no avoiding what today will bring.
 


Rhun said:
A rooster crows outside, not too far away from the inn as the sun continues its ascent into the clear sky.

Shoo ... be gone.
The champion kick the air and continue with his morning ceremony and thanks to Kord.
Once finished he goes inside for breakfast.
 

Ciaran wakes with a start, leaping from his bed. The last day has been like a blur for him, theorizing and studying the elemental planes being first on his mind. Yet theory was yesterday's business. Today is practice.

Breakfast... must be good, hearty. Yet, asking for something good might just warrant too many distractions. Stay calm... his spells are needed for the Temple, not cutpurses in the street. Just take the crumbs that will be served.

Yet his stomach rumbles. He takes the hood off Galliard, waking him gently. He brushes the hawk's breast and quietly says, "Galliard, do you hear that rooster? Bring him when we leave town, and I'll make you a meal of it." He knows that his familiar cannot truly comprehend his speech yet, but it is better than nothing. He lets Galliard fly out the window and heads downstairs for breakfast.
 

You are truly disappointed when you reach the common room, hoping for a good breakfast. The place is still a mess from the night before, smelling of stale beer and vomit. Several patrons lay passed out on the floor, left by their companions when they lost the drinking games they must have been playing. Even the inn's staff is not yet up...and there are no smells of breakfast cooking in the kitchen.
 

Ciaran looks around the mess of the common room and sighs. He turns to his traveling companions, and quietly spits out, "Fine, let's go. We're having chicken."
 


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