The pink of the morning dawn bled through the glass windows of our room in the inn, bathing me in a soft glow. I stretched languidly and sat up, I stared at Vane's hulking figure snoring from the bed next to me. I threw a pillow at him. He sputtered and sat up quickly, looking around for danger. I snorted. He groaned and tossed the pillow at me.
"Vane, you didn't even sleep here!" I mused; he had logged out as I was getting ready for bed. He ran his fingers through his white hair and shook his head to wake himself up. His clothes were rumpled.
