Amal awoke from very nice dreams, but they only annoyed him. It was merely another form of teasing. Still, the warm bed was immensely comforting. Something like that had been a luxury even when running the streets of calimport. There were many nights where he had to wait for a mark until the break of day, or sleep on a roof to not be found in an inn. As dangerous as the north was, at least no one of note was [i]looking[/i] for him. Not here, anyway. 

He fortunately woke up before he could be teased further, with Charynrae fully dressed. Amal was sluggish to get out of bed, almost emotionally attached to the comfort and warmth in this unforgiving northern clime. He made a small, breathy groan as he sat up, rubbing his neck.

"As much as I hate the idea of leaving, we need money more than sleep." He began tiredly, before he stretched his long arms. As he did so, he opened one eye and saw Charynrae crouching over the fire. Her back covering the spider image she had drawn, he didn't deign to look closer. "Breakfast, and then bounty board, yes?" 

He slipped on some of the new clothes they had procured, a form fitting jerkin over a dark shirt, and brown leathers that fit his form snugly. As he strapped on his saber and dagger, he tossed Charynrae her weapon, smoothing his mane of dark hair unconsciously, as if he had someone to impress. Perhaps the provocative nature of the drow last night had a lasting effect on him, or perhaps not. Ibrandul only knew. What Amal knew was they needed money, and he did not know the layout or the notable rich of Bloodstone to plan a theft.