Isaiah awoke at dawn as he always did this time was different however. He awoke groggy and sore from the fight yesterday and the wound on his shoulder stung like the bolt had found its way back in. He looked at the rather pitiful patchjob h e did on the wound; the product of an unfocused mind. A mind frazzled by pain and recent events that was was impeding him in everything he did. Rising to his feet he looked at his pathetic damaged armor and sighed, leaving it where it hung. He instead threw on his black "casual" wear that he almost never wore, and made sure to be careful against his shoulder. As he reached for his sword, he noticed that the ribbon was still fastly secured around his wrist.and smiled a bit, feeling stronger upon seeing it still there. Once he was ready and exited his room and heading to the raining area. With the king now back he was sure the day would be busy.so he might as well get some personal time in now.