[centre][h1][color=8493ca]Anya[/color][/h1][/centre]

Anya waited for a few minutes before picking out a random empty room. Her current state didn't let her be too picky over how her room looked like as long as it wasn't a prison cell. Collapsing onto the bed, she shrugged off her capelet and boots and haphazardly dropped them onto the floor. They were dirty enough at this point for her not to care about worsening their state. The bed was certainly fancier then what she was used to (not to say the beds back on board were horrible- just smaller and not as soft), making her unsure if she would actually be able to fall asleep. Still, her mind was weaker than her body and she felt her eyes close involuntary. Too tired to explore the room, she snuggled under the covers and drifted off to sleep.

It was sometime in the early morning when Anya awoke again, parched and in a bad mood. She picked up the clothes from the floor. With her hands quickly lacing her boots, she wondered what to do while she was near the ship. There were some necessities that the crew could use while staying in the castle that had been left on board before they departed with Marcus. Besides, it would be better if the Queen didn't find out about the goods they had 'acquired' last night. Silently she crept out of her room, in hopes of not waking anyone else up. The pixies were nowhere in sight but she had no doubt that they would return once they heard someone woke up. Hurriedly, she headed out in order to return before anyone else was up.
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[centre][h1][color=chocolate]Marcus[/color][/h1][/centre]

Marcus was one of the last people to choose a room, allowing himself to inspect the appearance of each remaining one. It wasn't every day he got to spend a night in such richly decorated chambers and if he had to work with royals he could at least enjoy himself. The pixes seemed to disappear for while which slightly reduced his anxiety. Out of all creatures, why did it have to be those with an affinity to fire that had to accompany them? He shuddered at the thought of what they could do- he should get someone to research them in more detail. Just in case of course. Wasting no time to get away from everyone else, he ventured into his chosen room and took off his slightly dirty coat. Marcus stared at the slight discolouration with disdain before folding the piece of clothing and gently placing it on one of the chairs. The laundry day was coming up soon anyway- he could get it cleaned then. Carefully, in an attempt not to dirty the sheets, he crawled into the bed and attempted to fall asleep.
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