Erik rose easily, bouncing lightly on his toes. He brought two pairs of the same outfit with him, allowing one to be washed while the other was worn. He slipped out the comfortable green clothing that he grew up with, shuddering as he grabbed the forgein object that he would need to wear. He gazed at his cloak, considering wearing that as well before shaking his head. He would probably be too hot if he did. He slipped out the robe with a sigh, raking his hand through his air before heading out of the guys side and into the hall. As always, his knives were attached to his left hip, but his bow and quiver remained behind him.