Yesterday wasn't too bad. Despite some difficulties in the morning, Reyvadin was able to get a nice deal on a Winged Spear, getting it for three lordlings. Practically a steal short of a plunder, and Reyvadin certainly felt more comfortable with a proper weapon instead of everything else he's been improvising. He kept the blade wrapped up, paid his coin, and would head back to the inn alone to rest. He spent most of that afternoon just cleaning himself and treating his blisters, but for once he fell asleep comfortably. It's been a long time since that happened, not since he had lost everything back in Yruma. He slept a dreamless sleep, which was considerably better than most nights he's had so far.

But perhaps his sleep was too peaceful, for Reyvadin had a deep sleep that night. Having filled his belly with food and ale, in a bed that wasn't made of lice and straw, Reyvadin would hardly hear the commotion happening a few rooms down. And even if he did, his mind would not recognize it as an immediate danger: it was simply a noise, an annoyance, and someone else's problem. For the brief moment that he heard it Reyvadin was groggy and trying to make sense of the noise, but his head ached from the booze and honestly, he figured that this noise was simply the ale doing a number on his head. It was, after all, ale paid for by the others, so Reyvadin could not attest to it's quality beyond it's wonderful price tag. He tossed and turned as the fighting went on, his mind still trying to comprehend what it was hearing when Reyvadin simply wanted to sleep.

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