The night went by without anything noreworthy happening, no burglars, no molesters, no drunks trying to get into the wrong room. When Druid Girl awoke, as the early sunlightt began to filter in through the window in her room, she found herself having nuzzled up against her roomie's modest chest. Likely happened while asleep, she quickly retreated her head and sat up, face slightly red before gently slapping her own cheeks a few times in order to wake up. Climbing over Steppe Archer, who was still in the bed, was bit cumbersome and awkward, and she nearly slipped at one point - but thankfully, the girl managed to escape onto the rather cold, rough wooden floor and could then make her way to the bundle of clean, folded clothes she had left out the day before.

Getting dressed, she looked over to the companion and spoke, gently but still not quiet or soft enough to be a whisper.

"Morning! Sleep well? When you've woken up and finished getting dressed, you can come join me downstairs for breakfast, alright?  The Guild doesn't open for another hour or so I think, so there shouldn't be any rush." She said smiling, before leaving the room quietly.

Walking downstairs, the girl found that the dining area had almost no people in it at all. Not strange, given the early hour and the fact that most of the other patrons staying the night were likely sleeping off their hangovers from the previous night's drinking. Still, there were a pair of men sitting by a table of their own, speaking to one another in low, rumbling voices. She couldn't tell what they were saying, but it seemed they were too busy conversing to notice anything around them. Thinking very little of it, she proceeded to the bar counter and called for the owner.

After a minute, the gruff and grumpy man of the stoic nature appeared, still looking as chipper as usual! ... By which mean we mean not at all, he actually looked even more irate and bothered than yesterday. Perhaps he wasn't a morning-person? Regardless, Druid Girl either didn't care, or failed to notice it, smiling brightly at him as she began talking.

"I want some breakfast, please!"
"Ain't started makin' any yet."
"Wh-Whaaaaaaat? But... But it's morning!"
"Too early, ain't nobody eatin' at this hour. You'll hafta wait 'til later."
"Bu- But I'm heading off with my comrades to the Guild soon..." She pressed her index fingers togther, pouting, and looking at the sour man with puppy-dog eyes. The grouch sighed in response.
"Fine. I'll make some grain porridge. But ya ain't gettin' nothin' else, ya hear?"
"Yay, thanks!" The girl said, clapping her hands togther and unleashing a smile of sunshine.

The man just scoffed and went back behind the counter, into the backroom where  - most likely - the kitchen was. Druid Girl sat herself down on a chair and waited patiently, looking around the rather empty establishment as she did so. Most likely, Big Red would want to just leave as soon as he showed up, and her archer-friend likely wanted to stop by the stables and check up on that horse she had mentioned. Perhaps they could pay the critter a visit before they visited the Guild? Though, the lizardman [i]had[/i] said he'd want to hand in their scroll as soon as possible... Oh well, they had the whole day ahead of them, surely they could find time at some point.

A clatter and clamor from within the kitchen revealed that the old codger had begun work on his promised breakfast. Druid Girl sat, lightly swaying with her legs, since the stool was a bit too high for her feet to actually reach the floor unless she stretched. As she sat there, the young druid pondered just what kind of jobs would be available today.