<span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Sherani, Ureck&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>((First off...*laughs at the dream* That...is awesome. XD ))<br/><br/>The poor headboard seems to be the target of Sherani's dream-time assault, though it is her knuckles - not the wood - that pays the price of her actions. It leaves a nasty little sting, though not something a few quick little shakes could not work out.<br/><br/>Slipping on her boots, she heads to the door to attend to the call of nature. Just as she silently creaks the door open, she hears - quite clearly in the relative still of the morning air - Ureck's voice whisper softly, seemingly caught in the twilight between the world of sleep and the one of reality.<br/><br/>"Clyde"<br/><br/>The name instantly drew a rather unpleasant memory from Sherani's mind. Clyde Vressik, Captain of the Espen guard. A man that seemed to push his position around, yet - for some strange reason - was highly respected by those stationed beneath him. She'd had a run-in with him the very first day of her arrival. The human was pushy, that much was certain. Yet, he had a certain...charm...about him, if only he were not so much of a dick.<br/><br/>Her first, and only, encounter with the man had been one that escalated to near violence. He'd pushed, prodded, questioned, and just generally been quite an ass to the Tigress from the forest. More than once, he'd threatened to arrest her for simply being a shifter, a lycan-bred...and as such, scum that was not allowed in Espen. However, more pressing business had taken precedence...and she'd been released with little more than a bad memory. Had it not been for the six guards around the man, things might have turned out a bit differently...<br/><br/>Either way, the call of nature was an important one, and one that needed to be taken care of.<br/><br/>After that, a quick washing up, and downstairs to the common room - where, no doubt, plenty of goodies did indeed await.<br/><br/><br/>Ureck is just slightly slower to awaken. It was certainly a strange feeling, being able to actually sleep in for once. Not being rudely awakened. Even the prospect of having a morning meal was a foreign one, though no doubt it was one that would be very welcomed.<br/><br/>With the necessity of sleep finished, it left little more than a bright day ahead. Of course, with that bright day came new dangers. No doubt, by now..the betrayel would be cemented. They would know. Or, at least suspect - and even one of their agents was not safe when they were 'suspected'. Others had dissappeared for lesser reason than simply not reporting in. There was little doubt - the hunt was on. Yet, who was truely hunting who?<br/><br/>When Ureck finally composes himself and opens the door into the hallway, the delicious scents hit him full force. His meal the night before had been passed, preparations for his plan taking precedence over even food. Now, the delicious scents - only further amplified by the collie's suddenly growling stomach - were practically enough to make one's mouth water. The scent of bacon and a few different meats, along with freshly baked bread was an incredibly inviting one. The task was a difficult one, taking the bowl and washrag over the delicious scents rising from below.<br/><br/>When the door clicks back shut, Ureck is once more left alone in his room, able to wash himself at his leisure. The rag had already been used, but the water was still warm, and a quick wringout of the rag was all that was required to make it perfectly usable once more. Soap was missing from the equation, but the water itself was just faintly scented (VERY faintly). It smelled vaguely of bayleaf, a common cooking herb - but also one that was supposed to soothe the aches and pains of sore muscles. Whilst it did not seem to do that, it did offer a nice, pleasant little half-burn, half-tingle when it was applied to the near-healed wound on Ureck's leg.<br/><br/>Closer inspection of the wound indicated that it was nearly healed up. No doubt, another day or two, and it would be nothing but a memory. Just like his time with the Grangers. Freedom was elating. Especially when the collie had allies to back him up.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">&lt;&lt;Spike&gt;&gt;</span><br/><br/>It had been a long night, that was for sure. It had taken nearly three hours to clean up the mess below. Finally, Vincent had been forced to shoo the orc off to sleep in the room that had been given to him, assuring him that 'the rest would be taken care of'. The room itself was surprizingly spacious, and the bed comfortable.<br/><br/>Rest and meditation had been welcome, that was for certain. It had been a long night. Though, with that meditation came a...strange feeling. One the orc could not quite put his finger on. Normally, his meditations were uninterrupted, peaceful, serene. Times when he could free his mind, free his senses, and simply revel in the order and balance of life, and all it offered. Time to restore his inner chi, his sense of worth, his very identity. It was a sense that few others could ever truely achieve, and only by long hours of training and conditioning had Spike managed to find that 'perfect self' that led into deeper realms of meditation.<br/><br/>Yet, this time...his meditation had been anything but joyous. It was as if some presence was blocking it, making it difficult to concentrate, difficult to sink into one's mind. The feeling was not a comfortable one. Whilst rest came easily, deeper levels of meditation did not. Perhaps it was simply the events of the night before weighing in on the orc's mind, or perhaps it was something deeper. Whatever the case, ill thoughts turned to thoughts of food, as the delicious scents wafted in from below. Time for breakfast!