~Miles Kyzalith~

One by one Miles watched as the rest of the newly formed crew retired to their rooms. It was not long after when Miles did the same. He had purchased a room for the night, what little [i]night[/i] there was left. Miles was all to eager to sleep, spending no time dawdling getting to his room. He wasn't going to be spending more than one night here so he didnt see any point in unpacking his bag, not that he had much to unpack anyways. He stripped down to his undergarments, leaving his leather armor and clothes hanging over the end on the bed. His sword, sheathed, was tucked nicely between him and the wall beside the bed, just in case he needed it. He had gotten very comfortable very fast, nearly drifting off to sleep in mere moments. He did force himself to stay awake long enough to remove a simple topaz ring from his finger and set it on the nightstand. His mind calmed and drifted off moments after.

Miles woke, about an hour before full sunrise. It was dawn now, evident by the hot orange light that peered into the room from the window. He sat up on his bed, swinging his legs off the side. He stretched and yawned, remarking on the surprisingly comfortable sleep he had, quite possibly one of the better sleeps he'd had in an inn. "That'll be the last good wink of sleep I'll be gettin' for while." He murmured to himself.

He didn't rush to get out of the room, in fact he moved quite slowly. Miles was [b]not[/b] a morning person, so he did what he had to do to wake and become a tolerable person, in this case that meant taking his sweet ass time getting ready. On went his clothes, his armor, his sword to his hip and the topaz ring that glistened in the morning light. He was ready. He let out sigh and made his way downstairs, hoping to meet up with the others. Miles feared being late and the group moving without him. [i]Maybe I shouldn't have been wasting time...[/i] miles thought, as he strolled to the meeting spot.