Tristan was woken by the distant ringing of the bell, and immediately regretted it. "Oh, Atal have mercy..." he groaned into the pillow. He was never, ever drinking again. Sitting up, his dark auburn hair sticking out at all the wrong angles, he noticed that the sun was already well on its way up. That wasn't good! He'd miss the Governor-General's speech!
 
Standing up too quickly, Tristan had to lean against the wall for a moment, holding his aching head and taking a couple of deep breaths. Once the effects of his hangover had receded to bearable levels, he snatched up his shirt and pants, putting them on. Donning his armor, he winced as the breast plate chafed uncomfortably against the bruise left on his stomach from last night. Ignaescious really had gotten him good, and he scolded himself for letting it happen. Not that there was much to do about it now. 
Lastly, he strapped his sword firmly to his hip, it's weight comforting and giving him a sense of security. He nodded to himself, ready to take on another day.

Heading down the stairs, he was greeted by the children of the family who also lived in the cabin. He had been offered a cabin of his own upon his arrival, but had politely declined. It would have been far too lonely for his tastes, and he'd much rather rent the top floor of this cabin, where the family really could do with some extra coin. The children informed him that their parents had already left for the Circle, but that they'd left some breakfast for him. So it was with his mouth full and a strip of dried meat in his hand that Tristan hurried down the street leading to the colony center, going as fast as his poor head would allow.

Tristan released a sigh of relief when he arrived at the circle. The Governor General had yet to begin. Tristan hadn't wanted to miss it, as he saw it as part of his duties as an envoy to attend public happenings, however small they may be. Though, coming late meant that all of the few spots of shadow available was already occupied, so Tristan had to settle with standing in the sun. Hopefully, the gathering would be over before the tropical heat really set in, or Tristan would be in need of a bath before dinner. Armor and direct sunlight didn't do well together for any extended amount of time.