Yanos had been in the common room long before dawn. He'd taken his trance shortly after dinner and was fully awake before the end of the Witching Hour. So he'd spent the time down stairs watching the coming and going of late night patrons, conversing with whoever wished to. Eventually resorting to staring into the fire and taking notes in is journal, he waited for the sun to rise and life to suffuse the room once again. He took a light breakfast once the kitchen staff had awoken, noting how his purse was in steady decline. He hoped his next job was soon at hand. Taking his place again at a back table, he waited...