Karl woke up the next morning to the sound of laughter, and stomping feet. It wasn't a combination that he associated with his room, which was normally silent, and for a moment, he was completely disoriented.
"Hawk, he's not a perch, I am trying to train the golem to fight." Dana's voice laughed.
The sense of confusion faded, and Karl hurried to get dressed before heading out to the balcony, where a nearly naked statue was doing some sort of Kung Fu, while Hawk sat on its head and chirped directions that neither the Golem nor Dana could understand.
"He says that the foot is too high, and it makes you vulnerable to leg sweeps." Karl informed the mage as he stepped outside to meet them.
"Oh, good morning. I hope you don't mind, I used the shower first. The plants are all watered as well, and I think that hammock is enchanted. I might not have slept for long, but I haven't felt this refreshed in a long time.
