The next morning quickly arrived, the sun pouring into Asher's room. His eyes fluttered open, then he stretched on his bed with a yawn, after which he simply stepped into his bathroom as he prepared for the day; his destination, the Logistics and Missions Operations Hall.
After a while, Asher was done. He changed into a fresh set of combat clothes, put on his breastplate, vambraces, and greaves. He sheathed Virelass at his side, holstered his three daggers, then put on a black fingerless hand glove, ensuring every piece of equipment sat perfectly in place as though it were an extension of himself.
