There was a loud yawn from the Storm mage as he wandered with a very lack of urgency towards the room he had purchased. There were only two things he wanted right now, a massive stack of pancakes piled as high as the eye could see, and a super comfy bed he could just pass out in and forget that anything else existed but whatever was in his messed up dreams. Practically kicking open the door and moving toward the bed. His bag would hit the floor with a small thump, before he'd fall face first into the sheets and immediatly pass out. Normally, he was a very loud snorer, but he didn't even feel the energy for that today. A long, very pointless, job hunt leading to a lack of dinner and what spare gems he had being spent on the room instead. Atleast it was a one bedroom, he didn't want to share with a noisy stranger... Not after that time in Hargeon... Never again.
Sleep took him like a rogue, immediatly out of it with dreams that probably most people would see a shrink for. That much food is unhealthy even for just the subconcious. Door to the room sticking open just enough to show residence to the room, while the number still visible to those passing by, and hiding the man inside just enough so people didn't get a face-full of sleeping butt.
Sleep took him like a rogue, immediatly out of it with dreams that probably most people would see a shrink for. That much food is unhealthy even for just the subconcious. Door to the room sticking open just enough to show residence to the room, while the number still visible to those passing by, and hiding the man inside just enough so people didn't get a face-full of sleeping butt.