A bony hand reaches out, patting an adjacent nightstand until it rests itself on top of a tome. Then, in one somehow inplausible action, attempted to pull the book down, but only dragged the limp corpse the hand it was attached to out of the bed and onto the floor. With a thundering thud, Learin was shaken from his slumber and rudely awoken; his tome sliding down and plodding on his face for good measure. Brushing the literature off, followed by an angered whistling sound winding out of his nostrils, the red haired scientist rose up from the ground. He realized he had been so stricken by his enervated state he had forgot to remove his glasses, applying pressure to the frames with his sickly hands to bend them back into proportion.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">So this'll be my first time traveling with companions, huh?</span>Learin reflected,<span style="font-style: italic">With Sigrun and her new, 'Master.' Granted, not the most likable outcome but I couldn't just turn my back on a kid who just had society turn its back on him.</span>He went about the room, gathering the mess he created in a neat and orderly fashion,<span style="font-style: italic">It's evident by the way he's forced himself to adapt in such a callous fashion. The manner he carries himself is a bit oddly familiar though... perhaps he really is related to one of the Neravas noble houses.</span><br/><br/>As he was sorting his things, he noticed an odd sensation coming from one of his various instruments. It was faint, but it seemed like one of the few implements that had any magic left in them was slightly reverberating. He picked up the dowsing rods, inspecting them with a curious eye,<span style="font-style: italic">With what little is left in these, I'm surprised it could pick up anything... but it would have to be close to even manage to get some sort of reaction of it. Perhaps somewhere in this inn? Peculiar.</span>He made note of the phenomena before stowing them away, out of sight.<br/><br/>-------<br/><br/>When the sun rose, the eyes of the Sleepy Sentinel Sigrun managed to finally close their doors. Though, the moment Riu's voice reached her ears, her eyes flew open in an instant. Her head turned itself toward Riu, acknowledging his order in her mind. The aloof guardian rose to her feet, metal creaking all the while, and followed her current employer downstairs.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">"If you have the coin, order yourself something to eat. Today, we'll need the energy, I imagine."</span></span><br/><br/>A sound idea if there ever was one. Sigrun made her way over to the barkeep, the most likely location to order some food considering that is where Riu went shortly after arriving in the main area of the tavern. Although, the way he did it was odd; he first stated the terms of his resignation, apologized, then ordered his meal. Perhaps that's how people did it around these parts, she thought.<br/><br/>The metal suit of armor approached the counter, "Greetings," her monotone voice droned, "It is unfortunate I must resign from my current position due to needing to travel to an island chain far from here. I apologize for the inconvenience. Might I browse your menu for nourishment?"<br/><br/>The Barkeeper was baffled, especially after just receiving the same news from his previous employee only a moment before. She wasn't a worker, he only saw her yesterday. Then again, even then, he could tell something was... off about the knight, but at least it didn't seem that she was malicious in any way... despite still carrying that gigantic shield that was once on her back in her hand. Though, he chose not to respond and possibly upset the Neravasian knight, and slid the menu across the counter.<br/><br/>A head of claret-red hair made its way down the stairs. In his view he could see his bodyguard standing out plain as day, as well as the boy that would be accompanying him sitting at one of the tables, the helpful blonde woman from yesterday at work, and... a large man, judging by his dress, possibly from the western continent. His attention was quickly taken though, as he noticed Sigrun trying to scratch her head in contemplating... with the arm that contained her shield, nearly smacking the owner in the face.<br/><br/>"... Or the Royal Crabcakes, or the Crab Souffle, or that cake in the shape of a crab... or the Silent Duck," the knight listed, mentioning just about everything on the menu and some things that weren't.<br/><br/><br/>The rescue researcher swooped in, grabbing Sigrun by the arm, "What do you recommend? Oh really? That sounds delicious, we'll have it," he announced in a hurry before pulling the indecisive knight toward Riu's table.<br/><br/>"I apologize for my late arrival; seems all that traveling hit me harder than I thought," he said, "Not that I'm sure you had it any better, I'd imagine."<br/><br/>The pair proceeded to sit down at the table, Sigrun already seeming to take greater interest in her other two master in the background doing mundane things, rather than the conversation at hand.<br/><br/>"I also apologize for not giving my name earlier; especially when you already gave yours. I am Learin Ethail, researcher to the royal house of Neravas. I trust you have no reservations about undergoing this journey of ours?"