[h1][color=gold]Waldemar Von Richtig[/color][/h1]
Waldemar's eyes opened at the end of a song coming from deck.  He heard some sound moving downstairs, and then the chirps of a baby dragon.  [i][color=gold]Can anyone respect people sleeping over from night-shift?  I mean, sometimes the ladies act like I don't even exist on this damn ship and spend all their hours fawning over that Johnathan guy.  They do realize someone has to make sure that they aren't blown up at two in the morning?[/color][/i]

After failing to fall asleep again, the nobleman headed down to the mess room wearing only his underwear and a robe.  He was too damn tired to care.

Waldemar grabbed a plate, plopped some breakfast on it, moved across from Melody and started eating wordlessly.  Four hours of sleep and a language barrier did that to a person.