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When Lily awoke the next morning, she felt fantastic. Partly because she woke up early enough to not feel lazy, and partly because she saw Ounce as soon as she opened her eyes.

"Hey, little guy, good morning." His eyes opened lazily at the sound of her voice. Cats had the habit of sleeping more often than being awake, so Lily wasn't very surprised. Seeing him there reminded her of the night before. How had she gotten back in her bed?

As if slapped, she sat up straight.

Casavir! I fell asleep on him...

A twinkle reached her eye as she imagined the paladin carrying her from the dining room to her bed. As she thought about this, her hand began stroking Ounce's fur. The kitten fell back asleep.

Lily felt like it was time for her robes to be washed. That was okay, she was sick of wearing them all the time anyway. She got herself to her feet and exited her room, making a quick stop in the dining room to gather some food and leave it on a tray in her room for Ounce. Then, she moved over to her wardrobe and picked the first reasonable outfit she found: a short-sleeved, slightly regal white top and a slightly impractical light green skirt.

The previous owner of this room apparently had far more clothes than she did, because her full wardrobe took up only about an eighth of the room allotted inside. She pulled the robe over her head, unlaced her boots, and slipped her new outfit on. She couldn't remember the last time she'd worn it; changing clothes before a mission never occupied a large space in her mind.

Lily kept her other armor on, leaving her room and scouting the main hall. Unsurprisingly, not many were up; Lily was feeling just fine, even sprightly, despite only getting a few hours of sleep, but the others probably wouldn't. She went through the Keep doors and out into the daylight and was instantaneously assaulted by the bright rays of sun that illuminated her golden brown locks, still mussed from being in a bun while she slept.

There was a cool breeze that day, and Lily felt it right on her face. It was rejuvenating, and made her feel like she wanted to go on an adventure.

It couldn't have been later than 8 AM, but she was raring to go. Her feet as if by instinct took her to the inn, but once she realized where she was going, she stopped. She didn't actually feel for a drink that moment. She twirled around and felt the wind rush through her hair, invigorating her.

That's it. I'm going on an adventure!