Priscilla stood outside the door, having already knocked once. She didn't knock a second time because she heard the [i]thunk[/i] of a head on a nightstand and the muffled complaint of it.

It took another few moments for there to be a response, though, which she immediately replied to.

"Good morning, Jazelle! Sunder's just about up, if you want to get decent and join him to break you fast!" She had to raise her voice to counter the oakwood door's thickness. "There's your possibilities of bright futures and bacon awaiting you at his table! At least, that's what he wanted me to say."

She paused for several long moments, before adding, "If you don't need help with anything, I'll just wait out here to escort you to the dining hall."

((Sorry for short post, I've been feeling terrible. Head aching and such.))