Eloran woke swiftly as Gavin did, his ears perked up when his Prince started to rise in the adjoining room.  He stretched, muscles lightly aching from wearing his armor all day yesterday, and not having had any proper exercise.  He sat quietly for a moment, and looked at himself in a mirror.  He sniffled, looked away from the glass, and considered his outfit options.<br/><br/>Scale mail, then, today.  He opened his large wardrobe, filled with his gear.  His scale armor was shiny black, and he donned it along with a crimson cloak, and hurried out to catch up with Gavin in the hallways.<br/><br/>"Getting breakfast?" he asks.