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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Creamsteak" data-source="post: 737929" data-attributes="member: 552">DM's going to make an assumption to push the story along: Everyone's headed to sleep.Everyone has their own room, a small white walled, white sheeted, comfortable, almost modern looking bed. A thick blanket hangs on the wall, a different pattern in every room, made by weaving some unfamiliar and very smooth fabric back and forth in almost random patterns of white and red.Over the course of the night, nothing interferes with anyone's rest. Nothing important that is. Now the next day begins, and everyone's once again free to make their choices about what to do for breakfast. A few places that are serving: The Pilgrim's Inn (A few copper), The Barracks (Free, if they permit you), an up-scale restaurant on a well decorated and festive foriegn quarter called Yamato (they serve strange exotic Yamato cuisine, for breakfast, a few gold pieces), Downstairs inside this church they serve a quaint breakfast for the clergy (as your not in poverty, it would be frowned upon if you didn't make an offering, but technically the meal is free).There are also a few street vendors, selling exotic meat breaded and fried on straight wooden sticks, and unfamiliar fluffy curled pink clouds. (A few copper)</blockquote>