Long nights with little to no sleep... They are not they best, they could be the best but they lose any real potential to be the best by dint of them being sleepless - many people just love sleep. Melvus rather enjoys sleep, he tries to as often as he can, but that doesn't seem to be as often as he'd like it to be. Melvus was already awake when the sun rose - more like stabbed his eyes with its glare - he hadn't really slept, if that hadn't been obvious by the bags underneath his eyes or how he slumped over in the chair in his room. 

The wizard stood up, gathered his possessions and left, it had been a while since the sun rose but Melvus hadn't really taken notice. As he opened the door he noticed that his cloak was hung on a hook, near the door, usually reserved for keys, it held the cloak just find. It had been completely cleaned of all of the blood and stitched where it had torn. He grabbed it and slid his arms into their respective sleeves and made his way downstairs. He took a seat and ate his breakfast quietly, taking no notice of what, if anything, was happening around him.