Maxim leaned against the wall of his room, listening intently to the soft sounds wafting through the chilly morning air. The dark elf and her bitch were an active pair, that much was sure . . . he had yet to get a proper feel for the priest, but, Sigmar be praised, at least the three of them together were brazen enough to lay themselves metaphorically bare to the elements. Praise be, at least he had subtlety - it would be all the easier to manouevre his way around them, if he found the need for interaction in the near future.<br/><br/>The previous night had been an entertaining one, to say the least. Still playing the part of the humble citizen, he'd stayed out-of-the-way, watching the revelries like a hawk watches its prey. Copious quantities of food and ale had passed around the tavern, and it was all he could do to not get hopelessly drunk. Of course, it would have been entertaining, but the fact that he was sharing a hallway with a dark elf was enough to keep him on-edge. He was well-aware of their reputation for barbarous cruelty, and he had no doubt that, if he had made his presence known, she would likely have had an unpleasant surprise for him during the night. Or maybe a pleasant one, judging on what he could discern from her mood based on her accompanying sound-effects, but regardless.<br/><br/>It was early, and the sun filtered through his open window, casting grey beams of light across the floor. He'd enjoyed the food of the previous night, and had slept like a man unconscious. Having awoken shortly before, though, he found himself perfectly content to lean against the wall, and enjoy the sound of the dark elf and her handmaiden making the best of an early morning. Sigmar alone knew, it might've been a long time until he next bore witness to such a thing, so he figured he might as well enjoy what little he could.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>