Morning and Adrian had never quite gotten along, not since his time in Treminia. It had always been bad enough that his night’s sleep was fitful at best, but the annoyance sunlight seemed to serve little more purpose than to keep him from getting any rest. But, being in the sunless quarters of the Claw, that was hardly an excuse.[i] Lucky me,[/i] he thought, as he rolled out of bed, [i]At least I get to wake up.[/i]

 The deaths of his comrades bothered him, but only on the same level as hearing of an acquaintance’s passing. He had known and worked with them for around a month, sure, but it wasn’t as though Adrian had put much effort into getting to know his comrades. The fact that he hadn’t been there to see them pass from the world of the living did nothing to help the matter.

A quarter of an hour after he’d awoken, Adrian shuffled into the common quarters with half of his face on the floor, and he didn’t have much to say to anybody occupying the room with him, other than, “Hey, are those croissants?”