Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20141107033353/@comment-12599067-20141109002001

Morning came far too early for Ranwulf. He awoke to a beam of sunlight shining right in his face, blinding him the moment he opened his eyes. He grumbled irritably and turned away from the sun for a moment, then reluctantly hauled himself out of bed. He vaguely remembered hauling himself up to a room he had bought from the innkeeper and passing out the moment he hit the bed. Other than that, it was all a blur, although he didn't have the unbearable headache that told him he had gotten drunk the night before. That much was good enough.

Ranwulf threw on his tunic and armor, then grabbed his assortment of knives, his swords, and his war axe before he snatched up his knapsack and stepped out the door with a yawn, still half-asleep but waking swiftly. He made his way down to the bar below but didn't order anything just yet, instead waiting for the others to wake and join him. They may have been timed, but he wasn't about to go around shaking people awake early in the morning. He knew for a fact that waking an armed mercenary early in the morning was never a good idea, and he decided that he would leave them be rather than go around irritating the sellswords.