The night goes by and each of you awake to the smells of the kitchen below.

Haznut groans as he gets up from bed, making it before he starts to put on his adventuring gear and packing his chest. “Saidou, you get any good sleep down there?”

"There aren't many morning I consider starting the day with cider...  Good thing we thought to buy some yesterday."  Kon furrows his brow, "We did buy some yesterday, didn't we?"

In reply to Haznut Ingut (msg # 2):

Saidou emits a low, drawn out exhalation. Not quite a sigh, but carrying far more raw and unfiltered emotion.

"Just give me about another three hundred and sixty minutes, and I'll be rested up friend."

About a minute later, Saidou would pull himself from under the bed wearing naught but his pants, belt, and pouches. Dragging himself to a chair, he starts fumbling with the laces of his boots with half-open lidded eyes, continuing to make noises akin to an agitated badger in the process.

In reply to Saidou (msg # 4):

“Aye, looks like you’ve slept about as well as I have. Strange that is. Tell me, do you plan on not wearing a shirt today?”  He finishes getting ready before grabbing his chest.

“I most certainly didn’t purchase any cider, never made it out to the farms myself. Kon, did you sleep alright?”

"I might just stay fuzzy today if it's going to be as cold as last night.  Don't really care what the villagers say."  Kon wipes the side of his vulpine face to clear his eye and just stretches the skin in the process, roughing up the fur on his face.  Following the example of others he gathers his equipment and prepares for the trek.

Vostiun yawns, stretches, and sits up.

"You know, despite the villagers, this is a pretty nice inn. Very cozy," He says as he starts getting ready for the day and trek ahead of them.

The black cat at the foot of his bed yawns and stretches before sitting up and watching everyone bet ready.

Samara dons her sturdiest gear and straps on every bit of armament she has.
Yawning, she packs her things without her usual gaiety, and stays with the others on the way to breakfast.

Saidou grumbles and mumbles as he looks at the nearest light source, takes a half step sideways, and reaches toward the bed. A ruffled purple blouse, launched into his hand, gets struggled with by clumsy fingers and lidded eyes, continuing to mumble and grumble the entire time.

As he pulls on his cowl, Spirit seems to ascend Saidou's leg like a squirrel fleeing from canine demise to find its perch hidden in his hood. "Kon, you know the group's rule about questionable areas. I'm not allowed to play with my shadow, Samara isn't supposed to talk about The Noodle Incident, and you're not supposed to go out with whiskers. If we want our rooms when we're on our way back through, we all should be cautious about ... leaving another impression here. We don't need them accusing you of being Fey, they're already thinking I am."

With an exhausted sigh, Saidou drags his hands down his cheeks, mutters something again about 'going out with whiskers' and pulls out his knife looking like he's about to give himself a no-sleep shave.

Someone should probably tell him that it's a bad idea.

Samara perks up at the thought of Kon staying fuzzy, "Oh, that would be great, Kon! We could match!" She then makes a face at Saidou, for putting the kibosh on that idea.
*you know, would that be all that bad? there's no market, no bath, and the people here are total jerks!"
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