<div class="floatleft">(http://www.maplegroveconstruction.com/horsebarn-int1b.jpg)</div><div align="center"><em>Harpies? I'll deal with them in the morning, I am sleepy </em></div><br/>Vincent saw a few interesting sights in the stables as he came in, some creatures he had never seen but he had already accepted everything about this camp and he assumed he was perfectly safe within the camp walls. The large stables were explored for a while until he found a wooden ladder that led upstairs to the loft. A smile crossed his features when he realized how perfect the place was. The hay was lush and soft to the touch, perfect for make shift bedding. He had no blanket but he figured the place would stay warm, at least he could plan better the next night. There seemed no point to sleep in the crowded cabin when he could have this place to himself.<br/><br/>Hauling two bundles to a corner of the stable loft he spread the make shift bedding material into a nest like bed before he dropped down into it with a soft groan. He was tired, the last time he had slept horizontally was more than three days ago. Using his head as a pillow it did not take him long before he dozed off lazily. He was not aware of the dangers that existed once curfew went into effect. Perhaps he would be over looked or he would be given a rude awakening.