<div class="floatleft">(http://imgur.com/3hgsLSS.jpg)</div>He had listened to both Imriel and the woman seated on the captain's lap, offering the latter a tentative smile. It was rare to hear someone speak up and not assume villagers to be weak or foolish, and he found himself warming to the petite woman, even if her choice of seat was a bit... unorthodox. Still, once he tried to look past the snuggling, he found her words betrayed experience, and the comparison with two-legged predators was as apt as it was cynical.<br/><br/>This, together with Imriel's encouragement fueled his eagerness and he rose from his seat not long after the Musketeer, nodding a goodnight to the captain and the lady seated in her lap.<br/><br/>He woke in the morning, by the light pouring in through his window, which meant he'd slept through the night. He hoped it was a good omen, both for his patient and for the upcoming hunt. Clipping his rapier to his belt, and packing a travel sized selection of medical necessities, Malcyn left his room and went to check up on the stable boy. Finding his patient's condition unchanged, he left new instructions, and headed downstairs, slipping into a seat near Imriel.<br/><br/>"Goodmorning," he greeted, beckoning a servant over. "Breakfast, please?" During his time on the road, he had learned that it was much easier to just order breakfast instead of selecting every item separately, as he had been used to.<br/><br/>"Are we leaving as soon as everyone had breakfast?" he asked Imriel as he waited for his own food.<br/>