Dorisma's eye cracked open with the appearance of the sun. To her surprise someone had managed to sneak some food into her room, an odd watery thing, with a distinct lack of meat. Ah well food was food and Dorisma crunched on the plant bowl curiously and eagerly drained the liquid within. A little sweet for her tastes but good all the same. The slight heat of the drink indicated that it might've been intended to be a spicy drink but it tasted too weak for her. In a few more moments Dorisma had grabbed her key from beneath her pillow and exited her room. When she went downstairs the kobold was waiting already. Hm. It seemed he was waiting for the rest of them from his small darting glances towards the rooms. Dorisma leaned against the wall next to the exit with a small grunt and watched the occupants of the room lazily. They really needed to get a move on so they could deal with whatever that gray dust was.