Trillen tried to follow her orders. He really did, but he kept looking down. He was just too tired to keep his head. It was almost harder than carrying water to and from the wells to fill up bathtubs. How did the upper class live like this? How could he live like this? He would just have to learn. One way or another.<br/><br/>As soon as they entered the room, Trillen made for his bed on the floor. Collapsing into it, he laid there and tried not to fall asleep right away. "I'm just not used to being right outside with them. I never expected them to be so loud. And yes, I did. It was fun though I don't know if I will be able to eat anything tomorrow. I don't think there would be any room."