Kyrie pulls herself out of bed, rubbing her eyes. Though she has no windows to look out of, she can still feel that it is a good mourning, and that the day could very well be a rewarding one. She stretches, and idly scratches her left calf with her right foot as she blinks her eyes into focus.<br/><br/>Skipping breakfast for now, instead electing to grab a bite to eat on the way, she picks her uniform up, and carefully packs it, along with the rest of her equipment, into her haversack, making sure to get enough coinage stowed into a small pouch. She also takes a towel and a bar of soap, before stepping out and locking her door behind her.<br/><br/>Walking down the narrow stairs, she considers the possibilities of acquiring a better place to reside, but stores it aside for the meantime, knowing that eventually she will be rewarded for her efforts.<br/><br/>Stepping out into the street, she heads out first for the public bath houses, currently clad only in a short grey shirt and white panties. Her hair is still a mess at this stage.