Awakened by the loud tolling of the breakfast bell downstairs, Lann yawned and stretched his arms above his head as he dragged himself out of the small cot in his room at the Colhen Inn. Wincing as the stretching pulled at a mostly-healed and tightly bandaged wound that he had gotten from an angry Laghodessa the day before, the bleary dual-blader wasted no time in pulling on his clothes, lacing up his boots, and grabbing his twin swords.
Scrubbing at his eyes sleepily with one bandaged hand and trying to tame his bedhead with the other, Lann opened the door to his bedroom and leaned against the doorframe, closing his eyes for a moment. He could smell the pancakes, and the thought of such warm deliciousness waiting for him was enough for him to stumble into the hallway like a wobbly gremlin–
–only for his feet to catch onto something firm and unyielding lying on the floor and send him flailing wildly for balance. The sight of his reflection coming from an overly- polished greatsword was Lann's only split-second warning as the dual-blader rolled forward with the inertia, his bandaged fingers barely missing the sharpened edge of the humongous weapon. Lann's roll came to an awkward stop when his face smacked against the wall on the opposite side of the narrow hallway with a painful thunk.
"Ugh..." Lann sat up and rubbed at the ache on his forehead. What a way for the morning to start. What did he just–
–oh.
Hurk was just sprawled on his back in front of Lann's bedroom door like a convenient roadblock, snoring softly and seemingly unaffected by either the breakfast bell or the dual-blader tripping over him. The other man was, surprisingly enough, still in his blood and gore-splattered armor and his greatsword was right next to him.
"Hey." Lann poked at Hurk's side with the edge of his boot. This was so weird. "Wake up. It's breakfast and you're blocking my door."
No response.
Lann poked harder. "Seriously, wake up."
No response, but Hurk's snoring got a smidgeon louder.
With a resigned sighed, Lann got to his feet and reached over to close the door to his room. With that, he headed downstairs; he'd deal with Hurk later when he was a little more awake, not to mention that the pancakes were calling his name...