Avis eyed the fresh tankard. This may be a terrible idea, she thought as she downed another glass. But hey, her father had always said terrible ideas were learning experiences. (She conveniently forgot about preferably learning from other people's terrible ideas.<br/><br/>The night passed relatively quickly with the aide of alcohol. Eventually the group stumbled off to bed, confident that they would be able to make excellent plans in the morning.<br/><br/>This proved to be false.<br/><br/>"Oh, goddess," Avis groaned. "The sun is stabbing my eyes out." She drew the covers over her face. She felt like she had gotten in a head butting competition with a brick wall and lost. Although that may not be too far off the mark, considering Sheo's presence, she thought.<br/><br/>Larteis shifted uncomfortably. "I'm sorry, I thought we were supposed to get up early?" Bellant muttered something inarticulate about drunkards.<br/><br/>Avis rubbed her face. "Why would I say that?"<br/><br/>Larteis cleared his throat nervously. "Well, um, according to the journal we got off that guard, we should be heading to..." He flipped through the passage. "Marveila?" Was he saying that right? He concentrated. Mar-vay-la? Mahr-veil-uh? Mur-vol-a? Teryn language conventions were so confusing. Of course, it was in Weibou, so it probably wasn't even pronounced in any of those ways. He was going to have to learn a whole new language, wasn't he?<br/><br/>Bellant sighed loudly and stood. "Well, planning might be more useful if anyone else was awake. Is anyone going to get up?" He rustled his wings in annoyance.