Drifting off to sleep didn't take too long for Faelan before seeming to wake up just moments later to something smashing in their door. Leaping up, it didn't take long for him to get his sword out of it's sheath. The sound of the metal coming out wasn't loud, but rang out in his ears as he held the massive blade between him and the door. As the loud bashing continued, the door creaked open and the same demons that pulled him off the bird last night towered in the door frame.<br/><br/>"Good to see you're ready for a fight, but save the sword until you get in the ring." The deep barreling noise that was the demon's voice was grating to the freshly awake Faelan, and hesitation was the only thing keeping him from putting his sword away. "Now you two love birds get dressed, you've got ten minutes before the fight." With a loud laugh, it closed the door, and Faelan could hear them talking just on the other side of the thin walls. Five minutes was hardly enough time to get ready for a fight right after waking up, but he figured he might as well get started.<br/><br/>"Shula, get up, we're fighting soon," he grumbled, finally relaxing enough to slide his sword back into it's sheath. Finding one of the shitty tunics he'd got while they were here fit loosely, but he didn't really mind. It wasn't loose enough to get in the way. Trying to stretch out enough to wake up, the cold mud roof above him provided little space, and little comfort. In the back of his mind Faelan hoped that maybe, just maybe, the demons would be kind enough to give them breakfast first.