The clothes were stiff but dry now, and soon after Pylia awoken. She awkwardly climbed down from the top bunk with some difficulty due to her morning grogginess, mumbling something about calling bottom bunk before she too washed up and changed into her travel outfit. She craned her neck and tried to massage he aches and pain. “Ugh, neck hurts. That’s what I get for bending over doing the laundry. Anyways we should hurry and head back to the sewers. Where’s Shortfang? Did he go get food?”