<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>Sleep had been all too fleeting. Larissa couldn't remember closing her eyes until Giselle's sudden, loud, and insistent appearance tore her from her slumber. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, Larissa would not need further encouragement to wake than the breakfast set before her. The young Ruxvan, for her part, at least had the decency to offer up a sheepish smile to the barkeep. "Sorry for the noise, Giselle. It's the Ruxvan way to burn off a really stressful day..."<br/><br/>She eat quickly, sparing a few moments to savor the meal before chasing it with the mug of small beer provided to her. Larissa dressed, donned her chainmail and secured her sword belt to her waist. Hoisting her bag onto her shoulders, she was in the tavern in just a few moments. She offered Kasala a small smile fit to bursting with knowing and laughter. She someone held it in.<br/><br/>She pushed the door open and gestured for Kasala to step through. "What have you heard of this town meeting? Given the chaos last night, I can only imagine it concerns the orcs. Think the village is desperate enough to pool resources to hire some ratcatchers? Whatever merry, dysfunctional band is going to have their work cut out for themselves."<br/><br/>They made for the church in the gradually lighting dark.