Avis' night passed with ease- she fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed, and awoke when the sun crested the horizon. An early riser by nature, she pulled herself out of bed and swung open the windows, breathing in the crisp morning air- although the chill didn't go unnoticed. She shut them again and strode over to her luggage,  then pulled out a wardrobe for the day. She chose a slightly thicker cloak than normal and a long sleeved shirt. Cold was less common where Avis was from. Then, after spending a considerable length of time making sure her luggage was organized, she charged out of the room.<br/><br/>As she swung open her door with her usual panache, there was a stifled yelp behind it. Avis stepped out, and saw Larteis cringing as he eyed his jammed foot and Bellant glowering at the door. "Oh, sorry," she said, letting it swing shut. "Didn't know you were there. You all right?"<br/><br/>"Y-yes," Larteis said. "I'll just do better to, ah, avoid doors in the future." After a moment, he asked, "how did you sleep?"<br/><br/>"Hit the bed and slept like a log," she answered. "I'm starving, now! Head down to breakfast with me?" Larteis nodded, and she began to walk down the hall ahead of them, not waiting to see if they would hurry after.<br/><br/>After a moment, Larteis asked, "like... a log? Is that a thing people say here?"<br/><br/>"Ridiculous," Bellant grumbled. "Logs don't sleep. Nothing makes any sense here." Nontheless, the two still continued down the hall to breakfast.<br/><br/>Upon seeing the growing group of their friends at one of the tables, Avis made a beeline, promptly inserting herself into the group without asking if she was welcome. "Morning!" She said, with the sort of early morning cheer that made most groan. "What's the plan for today?" She asked the table.<br/><br/>As Larteis and Bellant entered the lobby, Larteis hesitated, and instead of immediately heading over to the first group he saw searched for any others. As he didn't see anyone besides the group, he crossed the room to the table, standing a short length away. Bellant stuck to his side, yawning enormously and displaying an impressive set of teeth.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>All in all, last night had been a rather disappointing night.<br/><br/>The townsfolk had attempted to drive them out after the fight in the inn, which Vasma gave them credit for- it took bravery and a heavy dose of stupidity to attempt to get rid of a Jotun two men high- and herself, but she was less visibly terrifying. The bed had been hard, and she had a horrible twinge in her back. Now they were lumbering along a country road at a less than satisfying pace.<br/><br/>And of course, Brom chose today to spring off into the wilderness. At first, Vasma was perfectly alright with letting Tarkus retrieve his pet himself, but after a too long time lapsed in the forest, she sighed and headed in after, muttering to herself.<br/><br/>However, when she emerged into a small clearing and found herself staring at a large pile of dead trolls and two completely unfamiliar people, she hmphed. "You are rather good at finding fights, aren't you?" She asked Tarkus, scrutinizing the group. "Who are you two?"