As the first rays of sunlight snuck through his window and brushed his face Kayven was already starting to stir from his deep slumber. He had spent the night dreaming of beautiful women and battles that tested his skill and endurance, the things that warriors often dreamed of even though the truth was rarely so picturesque. His eyes and mouth opened at once, letting out a yawn while his muscled form slowly stretched, causing bones to pop  and easing out the tension in muscle and sinew. Once he made his stretch he grabbed his breeches and slipped them on before opening the window to look outside at the morning.<br/><br/>He thought he would see the bustle of busy streets and merchans peddling their wares but at first glance he knew something was wrong. With genine concern on his face he grabbed his sword and shield, securing each to his back before he stepped outside of his room. Unfortunately the armor he often wore would have to wait as it required a second persons help to don. Yet as he walked past the rooms he stopped, remembering the words of Sage the night before. He made sure to stop by her rooms door and knock a few times before he spoke "Ma'am, its Kayven. Im afraid our meeting will have to wait a bit, Im going down to the crowd to see what all the commotion is about." With his message delivered he headed for the gathered people, wishing to find out what was amiss.