Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141117042712/@comment-12599067-20141119024740

Faolan, who had been passing the time by sharpening his sword with a borrowed whetstone, attempting to catch a nap, trying to write a letter to his folks when he couldn't sleep, plundering the cupboard when he couldn't write, and finally resorting to exiting the room in search of the pantry sometime afterwards, found himself being drawn to the smell of food somewhere down the hall. He followed it down to the hall to Riona and Megan's room, where he was greeted with the smell of stew. He was about to move on, given that he figured he wouldn't be welcome, but when he heard Darach's voice, he stopped himself.

As a given, Faolan had a feeling that Darach was probably speaking with Megan and probably didn't want to be interrupted, but he was terribly hungry, bored, and felt that if he were going to try to get to know his new friends better, he might as well do it on his own time rather than while poking around more ruins. So after a moment of thought, he knocked on the door, quietly but not so softly that he couldn't be heard.