~Miles Kyzalith~

Miles turned his head to the blacksmith, his back against the rising sun. The man seemed a bit too chipper for miles liking especially at such early hours, but to each their own. Miles let out a soft raspy chuckle, "And miss the opportunity to quest? Don't think so." His tired voice paired with his slight accent made the words jumble together. He cleared his throat and raised his voice a bit, "I may hate the mornings, but a good fellow would neva pass this up, yeah?" 

He rustled uncomfortably in his armor. His body felt a bit sluggish and his eyes still begged him to close, but he didnt have time to grab food, at least that's what he thought. He had realized he'd been idly toying with his topaz ring, sliding it back and forth around his finger. "Don't suppose you saw the others in there, gettin' ready or whatever?" He said to the blacksmith.