Getting out of bed was a sudden and unpleasant experience for everyone in the Darklight Host Guild House. Just before noon the attack alarms began to blare all over the city, and much to their misfortune, they weren't far from the wall.
"I could justify killing someone for waking me up at such an unholy hour." Dimnys complains. "What time is it anyways?"
"About 3 in the afternoon." Clara answers with a small smile. "I made breakfast today, because Tanya is still asleep. Nothing fixes the morning after quite like bacon grease and orange juice."
Soon, everyone is gathered around the table, drawn by the smell of food and coffee. The consensus is that the Ogres deserve exactly what they are about to get today, so they're going to go down to the mission hall and sign up for the city defense quest. After one more cup of coffee.
