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The morning headache wasn’t as bad as Ernst had braced himself for and his waking up in an actual room on an actual bed and not in the inn’s storage closet, thus reminding him of his recent employment -- a very important thing to him, mind you -- has given him some rather uplifted spirits in the early morning.

“Quidam ludunt, quidam bibunt, quidam indescrete vivunt,” he sung to himself as he descended the stairs, rickety boards groaning and himself clad only in a simple shirt and pants. His less rugged look hints at the most relaxing bath he had taken before sleeping last night. Gods above, for how long had he went through without a wash? Ah, the liberation of employment and money is truly the best thing in the world!

“Sed in ludo qui- oh,” his eyebrows perked up, noticing Tregon and Vidic as he went down the final step. “You two are rather early. By the way, tense white-haired boy, I never got your name. Mine’s Ernst. And I can’t wait to feast on some pork cutlets for breakfast!", he shook a fist in the air, "Tavern keep, four cutlets and a pottage, please! If you’ve some fresh river fish, put one of those on the plate -- just don’t put too much salt, hear?”