[center][h2][color=8dc73f]Zezazu[/color][/h2][/center]
Zezazu felt like he was floating. Having spent over three years sleeping in caves, on grass and nestled in tree hollows, he'd thought a soft bed would feel uncomfortable and alien to him now. Not so. The moment he'd laid down the previous night, he'd drifted off into restful slumber, with a twinge of guilt at how much he'd missed it.

Now something was jabbing him in the side, disturbing his peace. He eventually cracked an eye. It was the Thing, looming over him. It was probably hungry. It was always hungry. He yawned. A deep, annoyed sound. Skin curling back over his large teeth as he stretched his jaw, before rising from the comfy bed and finding something for the bird to eat. It was a good specimen, with grey white plumage. It had grown significantly in the short period since its hatching. Hopefully it would start being useful.

The Gnoll dressed whilst the small roc feasted happily, then exited the small room and entered the inn proper. It was early, though a few patrons were already about. He grabbed a carafe of water and seated himself at an empty table in the corner to wait. Sleeping in a bed was one thing, being around people again was another. There were always too many to keep an eye on at once. It made his skin tingle, like the hair he didn't have was trying to stand on end. Hopefully the wizard would not be too long. The only reason he was here at all was because of him. He didn't even know where the wandering Tocadre was headed, not that it mattered. He simply had a debt to pay to the man, and it would take as long as it would take.