Gareth woke up to the sound of the bells; he sat up and yawned, arms stretched up in the air as he twisted his body and hopped off the bed. The young man covered himself with the same fitting clothes as yesterday, preparing only last minute for the morning feast. There was time to go back home and change into a fresh outfit, but he digressed, finding that not doing so would be less of a hassle. He locked the door with his key and departed from his quarters with nothing else on his person but his key and the clothes on his back. He passed soldiers, trying to remember the way to the great hall in the labyrinth of a castle, and when he finally made it there, he sighed with relief. Harker looked around the room, and he didn't know where to begin with the morning feast. Good eats, but not as many people were there as were there the night before.