Draven had just set his stuff down when a quiet knock sounded at the door.
"Lord Mortenson? Your food is here," a voice called from the hallway.
Opening the door, Draven saw Bella with an overflowing plate in her hands.
"Thank you, Ms. Bella," he said as he took the plate from her.
"Is there anything else you need this evening?" Bella asked warily.
Draven gave her a small smile, "No, I should be fine."
Bella gave him a small bow as she said, "Have a good evening, Lord Mortenson." Without waiting for a reply, Bella turned on her heel and quickly strode down the stairs, leaving Draven standing in the doorway staring after her.
With a small sigh, Draven closed the door and took the plate of food to the small table that was placed by the window. Sitting in one of the two chairs, Draven looked around the room. For such a small room he was surprised at the large king bed. Perhaps he shouldn't be so surprised but the room had only cost him two copper plates. Either there was something wrong or maybe it was just because of how far from the city he was because a room like this would normally be at least a silver coin or two.
Shaking his head, Darven eagerly tucked into the steaming food in front of him. Fresh bread straight from the oven and a medley of fresh vegetables, both roasted and steamed. After clearing the plate, Draven was conflicted about what to do with it before deciding to leave it for the night and just bring it down when he left in the morning.
Satiated and feeling rather sleepy, Draven decided against a bath and just stripped out of his travel clothes before collapsing on the bed. Another shock hit his system at just how soft the mattress was. It was almost better than the one he had back home. Only moments later, Draven, weary from his few hard days of travel, fell into a dreamless sleep
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A kulan's crowing sent a dazed Draven careening upright. Bleary-eyed, he looked around the room he woke up in, trying to remember where he was. Seconds later it clicked. He was in a village not far from his destination Red Peak Mountain.
Rubbing his face, Draven swung his legs over the side of the bed. Stretching as he stood, Draven slowly made his way to the ensuite, never fully opening his eyes. It wasn't until he'd relieved himself and was watching the tub fill that he fully woke up.
As Draven was getting ready for the day, he couldn't help but notice the slight tremor in his hands. It'd been too long since he had any blood. He'd have to go hunting before encountering the dragon and werewolf. If he was weak from lack of blood, they'd probably kill him before he could talk to them.
Draven sighed as he finished buttoning up his shirt. Grabbing his coat, bag and the plate from the previous evening, Draven glanced around the room, making sure he wasn't leaving anything behind.