Already morning in Upper Farran. Gale was no stranger to the cold, or the snow but as always, he preferred to sleep in... But the morning rays shone in through the window of his inn room and the light broke upon his eyes, causing him to stir and become uncomfortable. That would have been tolerable... Were it not for the racket, and noise that happened when dawn broke, how did people live in this village?! With an unpleasant groan the warrior began to rise, yawning as he rubbed bleary, slightly puffy eyelids. Rolling out of bed and onto slightly unsteady feet Gale quickly regained his balance, moving to wash his face and remove the sleepiness that plagued him. It did not take much longer until the warrior was dressed in his armor and lacing his boots. With a quick flourish, his blades were once again at their place. His right hand blade upon his back, and the offhand blade strapped to his belt firmly. Ready for the day, Gale began to head downstairs gracefully.<br/><br/>It wasn't a surprise to him that it was packed, but already a few patrons caught his eye. A swarthy skinned man who seemed to have glowing tattoos, a completely veiled woman, and one of the drow. He said nothing but would try to get a seat close to their table. He knew he was late so he simply tried to gain the attention of the closest waiter. "Just whatevers being served for breakfast and some tea, if possible please." He would keep his eye on the rather eclectic group, his interest obvious. And of course, with his armor and weaponry, the warrior was not exactly ordinary himself.