Chance was awoken to the pleasant and sweet sound of Sparks voice in his ear. Sound groaned a little as he stretched the morning tightness out of his muscles and then without warning he wrapped his fore leg around the back of Sparks neck and pulled her up close to him. “Heheh, careful now Sparks, I may just get used to being woken up by your sweet voice in my ear each morning. I can honestly say it’s a much more pleasant way to wake up.” Sound chuckled and gave her a peck on the cheek before flipping over the side of couch whilst grabbing his Duster at the same time and throwing it on in one fluid motion. It was obvious that he had practiced this before.

It was then that he noticed that strange noise emanating from one corner of the room. “Da hell is that ungodly noise though, I’d rather not be woken up to that in the morning… Oh, its you, how are you this morning cutie. If you wouldn’t mind could you stop that please. . Heheh you weredown and out last night when we picked you up off that table, I don’t imagine you drink too often considering how much of a light weight you are.” Sound walked over to the thestral and patted him on the back. “Does anypony got any food stuffs I can cook a pretty good breakfast for us, I’m not bad atleast I don’t think so… I cook for myself all the time.” Sound asked walking back over to Sparks and giving her a warm smile, taking a second to adjust his bandana and make sure it was on just right.

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Thunder, woke up still in the arms of that ‘massive’ stallion, he wouldn’t mind stayin there a bit longer but he had some work he had to get done before the caravan got too crowded. Thunder had of course woken up at 8 A.M. so he could survey the caravan crew setting up and see where he could make some efficiency changes. He gave the unconscious Diamond Breaker a soft but deep kiss before sliding out from underneath his hooves. It wasn’t until he hit the floor that he realized just how soar he was and nearly fell over upon making contact with the ground.

Thunder chuckled to himself as he gathered his bag o’death (the saddlebag he keeps all of his explosives in) and limped out the door. Each step his legs wobbled a bit threatening to give out from underneath him. Thunder didn’t care though, the grin on his face more or less displayed that as a point of pride. Upon reaching outside, Thunder leaned up against the wall and waited for the caravan to arrive so he could help set it up. Of course he offered to rig their more valuable equipment with various traps for a nominal fee of 100 caps per trap. Just to ensure against any of the mre sneaky thieves that may get past the group without detection. The traps could vary from explosive in case of important documents, in which said documents or equipment would be immediately destroyed upon forced seizing or maiming traps which would generally cut something off in the case of somepony trying to get in. Explosive traps would cost 50 extra caps.