Daminor scowls at his snarky reply. "What, can't take a little light-hearted teasing? All you magic types, always so serious! I swear, would it kill you to laugh, every one in a while?"<br/><br/>His watch passes uneventfully, until Daminor, still looking sleepy, arrives to take his place. As he returns to his room, though, a soft voice calls to him, just loud enough for him to hear, but not the bard. "Over here." Cerul stands at the door to her room, beckoning to him.