As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the window, Ureck's body remained curled up on the floor as his soft breaths broke the air. He had moved little in his sleep, his ear still drooped over his eye as he rested his head puppyishly on his arms. When the scent of breakfast worked its way up from the kitchen, however, it was quick to findits way into the room, crawling along the floor until it reached his gently breathing black nose. It seemed to have affected whatever dream he was having, for his nose began to twitch and a frown crossed his face. "Clyde..." he grumbled sleepily, motioning his hand at no one. "Close your bedroom door if you're not going to let me eat it anyway..."<br/><br/>When "Clyde" didn't respond, his unexposed eye began to open up lazily, soon greeted by the sight of the dimly-illuminated floor. It took him a moment to remember where he was, then another to put two and two together and realize that the delicious scent wasn't out of his grasp. "Maybe I will get to eat breakfast for once..." Ureck remarked with a smile as he sat up. As he usually did, he rolled over onto his knees and, looking very much like the collie dog he was, bent his head towards the ground as he stretches his arms and back, letting out a wide-jawed yawn before licking the inside of his mouth slightly. It was then he realized Sherani was gone, probably having woken up just a few moments before.<br/><br/>For a few minutes, he simply sat on his blanket, not used to waking up without any immediate responsibilities. Usually, he would have found more instructions shoved under his door in the middle of the night, pages they expected him to have decoded come mid-morning. The fact that he didn't have such an obligation was pleasant, but at the same time it came across as rather foreboding. Despite the abruptness of his departure, they were undoubtedly searching for the lost cog of their operation already. Their suspicions had grown for quite some time now, and this absence was undeniably all they needed to be convinced of his betrayal. Even so, Ureck found himself less intimidated than he thought he would. What damages they had done to him were far worse; he had every reason to turn his blade against them, and with his new-found comrades he was no longer just another pawn they could do away with.<span style="font-style: italic">Your monster is here, sirs. And I dare you to try and stop him now...</span><br/><br/>Growing restless, Ureck pushed himself to his feet, the wound in his leg almost forgotten after a fine night's sleep. Pacing around the floor a bit quietly, he scratched the back of his head a bit before finally picking up his key. Turning the lock slowly, the collie peered down the hallway carefully to see if any others stirred. He was met with stillness, except maybe a few sounds from a nearby room. Shrugging it off, he was about to return to his room when he noticed the small bowl of water and washrag placed against the wall. Although it seemed to have been used already, a smile crossed his face as he picked up the washing implements, thanking Vincent mentally before closing the door once again. With the rising sun beginning to show above the buildings outside, the dog set the bowl on the windowsill and ran the warm towel across his forehead, savoring the refreshed sensation it brought to him. Humming softly to himself, he took to washing the rest of his face, then the almost-healed cut in his leg, just in case.