You all finish your meals, and manage to keep them down. The birds were quite good, although perhaps a little tough, but still tasted better than the chili smelled.
You head up to your rooms. Each has a bed, a small couch, a desk, and a chair. A lamp is set on each desk. All the rooms are identical, and set in the same dreary cream color, decorated with red diamonds.
The depth of sleep comes...
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You all regain 4 hit points from your fitful, yet somewhat refreshing, slumber.
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...and passes, all too quickly. The sun shines in from the east, and awakens you all with its annoyingly bright rays.
As you try to rub the sleep out of your eyes - and realize that plates of warm, cooked food have been set at the desks in your rooms - and attempt to tell the time of day, the yelling and cursing of a slightly familiar, heavy voice come from downstairs...
"Let me go, you fool! I'll go awaken them if I darn well please!"
The heavy boot sounds come tromping up the stairs, each noice reverberating throughout the inn.
A large fist pounds on each of your doors - which threaten to come down off their hinges with the force of the poundings -, coming down the right side of the hallway, as a voice yells, "Come, now! Wake up! We haven't got all day!"
Now that the voice is so close, you can finally place who it is - the dwarven ambassador, Tristam.