[center][h3][color=ff9900]Týfurkh[/color][/h3][/center]

The night had not exactly been a delight. Being the large man he was, Týfurkh had been forced to sleep on the bare ground. In order to alleviate things he had taken off his cloak and used it as a pillow, hoping that the remainder of his clothes would provide enough warmth to replace any other kind of beddings. Still his sleep had not been very comfortable, but at least sufficient not to be as tired in the morning as he had been the evening before.

What ultimately awoke him was not the sun, but the faint hearing of somebody calling out for breakfast. Týfurkh was hungry indeed, given the fact that he had not eaten much the entire day before. However even before entering the main hall he could already imagine that he'd have to lower his expectations significantly. The situation in the city had turned to such a chaotic state that it simply was impossible for any tavern owner to get new supplies, at least in his mind.

[color=ff9900]"Mornin'..."[/color] he said towards those already present, hardly making any effort to hide his yawning. He sat down next to others and reached for the bread himself, taking off a carefully dimensioned chunk of it. He needed enough to stay strong as long as he could, but on the other hand so did the others so he had to eat sparingly.

[color=ff9900]"After I've eaten I'd be ready to leave. I suggest we get over this particular mission as soon as possible. Time can do nothing but work against us."[/color]