The first light of dawn snuck into the large room through the cracks in red satin curtains. Compared to the smaller, dingier rooms that belonged to Madame Merida's other employees, Jenessa and Isolde's room was a splendid residence indeed. Posh silks and furs piled high on the bed next to a fine mahogany armoire. Candelabra stands and even two oil paintings created a well lit and decorated environment akin to a throne room. 

On their bed fit for a queen, Jenessa and Isolde slept, wrapped up in each other's limbs. Mordrag stirred from his final resting spot on the floor. He was naked, an empty bottle of wine in one hand and a pair of gilt scissors eyeglasses in the other. A thin beam of gray morning light lie directly across the huge man's eyes, pulling him from his world of dreams and into a world of...

[i]Bloody little men dancing in my head! Theres a fat horde of cattle stampeding up there.[/i] The Gothi sat up and looked up at the two beauties through squinted eyes. Even after a rousing, raucous night, they looked like angels come to earth. [i]Absolute perfect last night before the big journey. And at the end of this, I'm gonna buy my own place like this. Madame Mordrag. Yeah, yeah, that's got something to it![/i]

The barbarian stood up and poured himself another glass of wine. Sleep it off or drink through it. The former wouldn't be an option, for he had somewhere to be.

“...we meet at the Western Gate tomorrow at dawn,” Rask had instructed. Mordrag had a tendency to be late, but this time it was important. He pulled open the curtains and gazed out the window, dawn breaking over the butchers shops, taverns and fishmonger stands.

[i]Dawn it will be. Then I'll have enough funds to live high and send the rest where they need to be. I can provide for myself and for everyone who needs me to. Dawn. Dawn!? It's dawn right now![/i]

The big brute moved faster than he had in his entire life, throwing his pants on backwards and tossing his vest, boots and the mysterious eyeglasses into his small pack. He sprinted out the door, stopping only to slap Jenessa on her ample bum.

And then again for the other cheek.

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He eventually made his way to the Western Gate not TOO long after dawn. The entire rest of the band was there, but, thankfully, they hadn't left quite yet. Mordrag half ran, half stumbled up to the others and tossed his belongings on the ground at their feet.

“Don't you all worry, Mordrag's made it” he panted, doubling over from the exertion with hands on knees. After catching his breath he made his way over to Wretha – still half dressed with his pants on backwards – and draped an arm over her shoulder. “What's next boss?” The big brute looked at Rask questioningly and smiled.