<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 5pt;">(That flash you just saw was swamp gas or something)</span><br/><br/>Despite sleeping poorly, what with the sun deciding it didn't need to bother setting, Sophie still had just enough rest to be active. Granted, she's likely to exhaust herself through the course of the day, but that'll simply mean a guaranteed night of sleep after, right? So reasoning, she doesn't so much walk in from her room, no, she places her gloved hands on the firm, wooden balcony and throws herself over the edge. The staircase isn't so tall as to be dangerous, after all, and she just lands with a very heavy thump, crouching as she does so, and allowing a small cloud of dust to fly about her.<br/><br/>Brushing her sandy blonde hair back with a flick of her wrist, the cleric of Kord grins, giving a cheery wave to all in the room who pay any attention. She has already made the decision to be one of the few who will remain smiling in these trying times, and she's not going to stop doing so just because some others might find it irritating.<br/><br/>Calmly, she checks to make sure nothing fell loose from her backpack and then strolls up to the counter, giving a quick glance around the room for the other regulars and people who have been sleeping (or merely trying to) at the tavern recently. Wondering what might be on the menu, her plans for the day are to eat breakfast, then try to break up some of the troublemakers outside.<br/><br/><em>But it's only drawing the problem out, not truly solving it...</em>