The morning didn't come. The candles in the room had burned to little stubs that barely lit up the room.
"Shouldn't Greylord come and take us for our morning training? We have to eat today," Rota said. She was the first to wake, moving from her room and into the men's own.
After their bath yesterday they had each worn their clothes as no new clothes were provided.
"By my estimation, this should be morning now," Belialthorn said from his place where he was sitting on the bed. The little light in the room only provided a vague outline of Rota as she leaned against her door, hugging her weapon.
He touched his sword that was beside his bed, he had been careful in handling it became no sheath was provided. "I wonder what's holding him? He didn't look like someone who would be late."
