"Oy… oy, lad! Wake up sleepy elf!"
Blaz found himself awake, lying on the cold floor with a view of the gold-painted ceiling with tons of beautiful carvings of the High King.
While next to him, squat a familiar face of a dazzling slim dwarf lady dressed in white silk. She was poking his cheek rapidly, not to mention, quite violent.
"Argh…" He felt his head spinning, something that seldom happened whenever he woke up. "Maria?"
"Yes, who else can I be!?" She then stood while pouting that tiny mouth of hers. "Now, get up! I need to clean this room."
"Clean?" Blaz look to his left and there he saw a bunch of cleaning supplies and equipment resting next to the chamber's wall. "I see…" Then he look out to his right and found the rest of his group was still laying asleep.
Just like him, they were all still in their elven form. Except for Leyna of course.
"Help me wake them up. Halvar will be waking up in the next minute."
"Alright."
