Ermos
It was morning within the barracks of Redrun. Well, not exactly morning, not in Ermos' eyes. The sun was yet to be up. To him, they were still within the bowels of the night. If not for the food on offer, then he would have used all his might merely to stay in bed.
That was likely the hardest part of the whole thing for him: the lack of sleep. He was used to people treating him lightly. In fact, the way he was treat by the guards was a good deal better than what he was used to. At least they didn't attempt to hunt him down on sight, just as his old gambling acquaintances had.
