Once Jake had managed to sleep, he had been happy with a sleep that was very deep and pleasant.  The kind of sleep where there were no dreams or nightmares and just a nice, peaceful sleep all around.  So when Jake finally did awaken, the rogue felt very well-rested.  Despite the many complaints that the group had about the room, the bed had been soft and absolutely comfortable.  Definitely a step up from sleeping grounds or the ground which Jake had gotten a little too used to overtime.<br/><br/>So with a contented sigh, Jake rolled onto his back and stretched.<br/><br/>Just in time for a giant mass of fur and teeth and claw to land right next to him.<br/><br/>"Ohshit!" Surprised at the sudden appearance of the animal, Jake had instinctively rolled away from it.  That, and a sudden imbalance on the bed that came from a very big and heavy cat landing on one side gave Jake an unneeded boost that had him rolling completely off the bed and-<br/><br/><i>THUD!</i><br/><br/>"God damn cat..." Jake murmured, his voice muffled as his face was pressed against the floorboards while the cat - he refused to think of it by its name at this point - padded off after its mistress.<br/><br/>Once he had picked himself up from the floor and made himself presentable - which was really just a thirty second smoothing down of any bed hair and wrinkled clothes -, Jake picked up his gear that he had taken off and left out to the side.  Throwing knives on the thigh, short sword in the sheath at his left, dagger at his right, brass knuckles in his left pocket, lockpicks at his breast pocket, smoke bombs at his back pocket, and the small backpack that carried not only what scraps of rations and sleeping attire that he carried with but his herbs, alchemy supplies, and potions.  That was a good thing about his profession; you learned to have all these nice pockets that had so many wonderful toys that can be used for any situation.  And to make sure that you would never end up in a fair fight of course.<br/><br/>He also knew that a healthy breakfast was the best way to start your day.  So after getting cleaned up and wandering to the main floor of the inn - where a carpet of hung over and completely beaten men and dwarf and worgen and...people awaited him -, Lyle made sure to grab a couple hard-boiled eggs and a small glass of milk.  By the time he left and went to meet up with the rest of the group, Lyle was popping the last of the eggs into his mouth.<br/><br/>"Mrfing," Jake spoke to the group with his mouth full of eggs.  Pausing, he took a large gulp before repeating the word and this time everyone would be able to hear him say, "Morning."<br/><br/>He jerked his head left and then right, a pair of<i>cracks</i>issuing from his neck as he worked the joints there.  Then, after a quick look at everyone else, he looked down the paths that led out of Goldshire and asked, "So which way?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>