[center][h3]Skarsat[/h3][/center]

Skarsat's sleep, at least this night, could be considered a very deep one for sure. Had the encounter with Vargas and his 'entourage' of parfumed women drained all of that well-trained Tork hardship out of him, or had the wine he had poured down so aggressively just to get done with its bad taste flushed away his general wariness ? Or, maybe, had the prolonged exposure to the comforts of the east made him soft so he could just drop dead onto a big bed instead of having to care about wild animals and the tribe's decision to get moving in the middle of the night ?

Whatever it was, Skarsat currently lacked the motivation to care about when he woke up. He bumped his head against one of the ceiling's supporting beams as he tried to raise to his full height and rubbed his scalp. No blood shed, but a reason to look forward to sleep under a free night's sky again. Through the blurry mess that was his vision right after wakeup, Skarsat could see a mistake he had made hours earlier: leave the window open when there were festivities going on! Pidgeons, seagulls and other birds who had accustomed themselves to the busy life of Guillan had happily accepted the opportunity to sit down and relax instead of having to search for food while flying. Had their wing flaps and cooing caused him to wake up ? Maybe.

A lot worse however was the fact that birds were clever beings who tended to toss any surplus weight overboard before taking off, so the window's ledge, the wall and the floor right next to the window on the inside were littered with the occasional bit of poo. One of those birds even still dared to sit on the ledge and stare down at what remained of the festivity's remains! What would Percy say if he'd be delivered a pidgeon for cooking with its head torn off ? Skarsat realized it had only potential to turn over some of the other people's stomachs while creating even more of a mess around the window, so he abandoned the thought quickly. Still the bird found itself pushed away from the ledge not exactly gently -- and the window shut behind it with a loud bang.

A staircase's abundant creaking announced the tork man's approach and, with a facial expression that told a story about some unfinished sleep, sat down at the place of his choice: near the wall with not that many chairs adjacent to it. A few people were okay, but he did not like things overcrowded. Percival was busy as if the man had not slept at all. What kind of jobs had the poor man already had on his list ? If he was looking forward to this weird party's departure one could hardly blame him, could one ?

Skarsat collected a few smallre fruits, some eggs and a large piece of bread. Doing so he spotted a piece of parchment apparently laid out for them: the Bazaar vendors ? Good to know. Skarsat could see little use in buying some exotic birds or other pets before departure, but some additional arrows and provisions could definitely come in handy.