Panalen was still slumbering in his plain white tent when the smell of breakfast reached him.  Taking in the sweet smells with a long and lengthy breath, he smiled and hoisted himself from his sleepy comfort.  He could hear the sound of spoons clacking against bowls and idle chatter, and guessed he must have lain through a good part of the morning.  Deciding his stomach would not benefit from missing some nice hot breakfast, he quickly put on his garb and headed to the feast, taking his lute with him.<br/><br/>It seemed that most of the company had risen before Pan, but it didn't bother him.  He reveled in his lazy and carefree nature, not letting trivial issues get in the way of his happiness.<br/>Passing by open tents and an enormous man exiting his tent, he found the origin of the heavenly aroma.  "Good morn everyone."  The people here looked to come from every part of the world.  Pan delighted in being around such a unique group of individuals, the more important question of why they were all gathered here not weighing on his mind as heavily as some of the others.<br/><br/>He acquired a bowl of oats and some tea, sat down with the rest, and hungrily devoured the ambrosia whilst listening to the various conversations and banter.  The meal didn't last through Pan's appetite for long.<br/>His belly sated, he laid back with his lute and played a light melody to accompany the dawn.