Wolfe woke up to the smell of lunch being served to the tower restaurant, which was now full of respectfully quiet diners. Most of the collapsed spellcasters had been moved, but nobody wanted to interrupt Wolfe's sleep, and every time they tried to touch Khalifa, a small portal would open, and a worgen would growl at them.
So, they remained on the floor while everyone else was relocated to a bed.
The smell had also awoken the Elf, who was giving a lustful look at the kitchen doors while Wolfe stretched his stiff muscles.
"We might as well get back into the chairs, and we can have another meal before we go anywhere." He chuckled, then offered her his hand to get to her feet.
The Elf was still exhausted but only on a mental level, and she sighed as she slumped into the chair.
