The next to arise from slumber was the Dwarf Saint, one hand running over his face for a moment before he pulled himself from the bed. The decorations took a moment to register in his head, after all he hadn't spent too much time examining the decor of the room before curling up under the covers and drifting off. Throwing on his usual attire sans the breastplate Codin wandered downstairs, head tiling towards whomever was behind the bar counter while he examined the tree from afar. "A hot drink if you'd be so kind." he asked, before flicking a coin towards the counter. He was handy enough at the old coin flick.<br/><br/>Confident feet took him towards the street before caught his eye, one of the gifts had his name on it! "Well my the bronze beards of my ancestors!" Codin bellowed, eyebrows raised in interest before he picked it up. The Dwarf took a moment to examine the box, to see if he could guess before one hand went to work tearing off the delightful wrapping paper.