[center][h3]Týfurkh[/h3][/center]

Týfurkh, once in the private quarters that had been assigned to him and Jen, couldn't help but find the degree of smell emanating from the other man to be rather disturbing. He didn't mention it though for he had plenty of reason to assume that he himself wasn't in any better state. With the sweat of the men combined however, the olfactory aspect of the air inside the room quickly ascended to a level of potential mass destruction. Good thing that they both had probably become relatively immune to it already. Even if not though, using the bath tub was not a viable option: Given the 'art' of food prep they all had witnessed already, Týfurhk would not really have been surprised if the servants had mixed up fresh, hot water with water taken from the sewers. That was assuming that this place actually had sewers, however...

After having put down his armor and other gear in order to don some light, textile clothing, Týfurkh had trouble falling asleep. Chres' familiar whizzed through his thoughts just as she did through the air for real. The incident at the dinner table had lowered the bar in terms of Sil's accountability a lot further and he couldn't get rid of the thought that something more... serious ?... might happen in the future. Good thing for him he didn't witness Sil's mishap with the water bucket!

His head ached and the dim light coming in through the window was still too much to spare his eyes from some pain as they tried to adapt, coming from the complete darkness they had just been in with their lids closed. Wasn't this Lord Ru'Tev even able to arrange for some ruckus in the middle of the night [i]not[/i] happening ? Or was this even the middle of the night already ? Týfurkh didn't know. He could only hear some male voice distorted by the walls and corridors it had to get through along with the dampened trampling of feet. Not suspecting anything malicious at first, he didn't want to wake up Jen and tried to get out of the bed as carefully as possible in order to have a look outside.

With the door open, he could hear much more clearly. These were Karina's and Chres' voices accompanied by the sound of fists and weapons clashing! He shut the door firmly again immediately, his heartbeat taking a sudden jump. There were no bars or anything else installed, at least not from the inside, so the only way of locking the door was to block it with something else.

[color=yellow]"Jen! Jen! Wake up! We've been set up and need to fight!"[/color] He needed some moments to get his gear ready and assumed that Jen would be happy about some slight preparation as well, so while shouting, Týfurkh started moving some spare furniture he could find towards the door. The last thing they needed now were some assassins stumbling inside while they were still half asleep. Needless to say that this action created a lot of noise to wake up the other man, too.