Mercutio drew in a sharp breath, snapping up immediately in alarm only to discover that it was a damn<span style="font-style: italic">shoe</span>that hit him. Exhaling deeply, he picked it back up and threw it aimlessly away from him. "It had better be something related to food," he murmured through a stifled yawn. With one swoop, Mercutio ripped away the white sheets that had been strewn across the floor and revealed not one, but two people, a man and a woman and both about as clothed as when they came from the womb. Standing up to straighten and retie the front of his trousers, Merc looked from the whores still asleep on the floor to his companion, giving him a nonchalant shrug.<br/><br/>It was after that that he heard the people. Merc moved to the window to study what Halam had been talking about. Masses of people moved down the street, toward what Mercutio could only make out as faint talking through the thickness of the window. He fumbled with the clasp for only a moment before throwing the window open. The brightness of the sun outside made his splintering headache that much worse. Until he heard what sounded like the beginning of a speech.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8080FF">"People of Aershire," it started. "today is a beautiful day. A day to celebrate the peace and justice-"</span><br/><br/>Merc didn't need to hear more. Frantically he threw clothes and sheets aside, much to the sleeping protest of the whores on the ground, until he found his white-cloth shirt and boiled leather jerkin. "It's a public address," he noted, pulling the shirt over his head and damn near tripping over the man as he moved toward the door. "That's a public address. From the royal family, most like. We need to go." Quickly, he patted himself down, pulling out a few pieces of copper from a pocket and throwing them down on the floor.