Larissa woke up to Giselle pounding on her door, the room still in darkness. "Rise and shine, my lady," the barkeep called, though there was certainly a note of irony in her voice. The door then burst open, as she swept inside carrying a tray laden with with breakfast. Simple eggs and sausages, but clearly lovingly prepared. "I know, I know. I apologize, but I figured you'd be far angrier if I let you sleep through the town meeting." She paused, pursing her lips and giving Larissa a stern look. "Besides, serves you right for rocking my whole damn establish with all your racket last night."<br/><br/>She sniffed. "Now, go on. Eat up. Your elf friend's already downstairs. Then you'd best hurry to the Church. Said they'd start at sunup." With that, Giselle turned and swept back out the room, to let Larissa prepare.