Morning.
Darion woke to sunlight streaming through the narrow window of his room. For a moment, he simply lay there, staring at the cracked stone ceiling, letting his mind catch up with his body. Yesterday had been long.
He had been exhausted yesterday but now, waking up, he felt like his normal functioning self.
He got up, took his bath, dressed and made his way to the great hall.
The great hall was already alive with morning activity. The fire had been relit, flames dancing in the fire place. Maret was moving between the kitchen and the table, setting out plates and cups. And sitting at the table, already eating, were Garren and Seren.
Darion walked over and took his usual seat. Maret appeared beside him almost instantly, placing a plate of food in front of him: bread, cheese, and a thick stew that smelled like it still had some of yesterday's Cteedle meat in it. Darion checked and found that truly, there was Cteedle meat in it. Well…, he wasn't complaining.
