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Message: <blockquote data-quote="ethandrew" data-source="post: 3367305" data-attributes="member: 17456">Upon returning home from the midnight excursion, Livingston enters his room, disrobes and crawls into his small, feather bed. Dawn's rays wake him up as they peak through the window and penetrate his sleep. Slowly getting up out of his bed, he slams the blinds shut, making sure the darkness in the room is thick and undisturbed. He slinks back into his bed and dutifully falls right back asleep, where he dreams of feasts long since had with friends long since seen.Hearing footsteps above, below, and seemingly around him, Livingston wakes. Raucous laughter comes from under the door, from some unknown source. I wonder what time it is. How long have I slept? Sliding out of bed and putting on some simple clothes, he can hear the rhythmic thrum of a crossbow firing outside.He reaches into his backpack and pulls out his symbol of Kelemvor. Bringing it up to his lips, he closes his eyes solemnly and kisses it.I might as well do this on my bed, it'll be more comfortable that way.Folding up on top of his bed, Livingston sits on his feet, holding Kelemvor's symbol close to his chest. His breathing becomes routine, his eyes seemingly flutter in concentration. Transcending into complete concentration, he prays to his god.</blockquote>