Roleplay

Majkku sleepily walked to the room with three beds and collapsed on one of them. It was on of the most comfortable things he had ever laid on. Back in his village, they slept on mattresses filled with a mixture of hay, grasses, leaves, and if you were lucky they had animal pelts. This bed was heaven compared to those, like the entire thing was filled with animal pelts or maybe wool. During his time away from the village he had sat against a tree to sleep, a bed like this was new and unfamiliar. Majkku sat up on the bed and realized that he didn't have a change of clothes, he hadn't thought to bring one with him. He sighed and decided to just try and sleep. He grabbed the blanket on the bed and covered himself until only his face was showing. He simply sat there, blinking sleepily, unsure of what to do.

"You know, that's entirely possible. I'll go check," Lydia said, and stepped out.

“Excuse me,” Vanir frowned, “but I don’t believe you said anything about yourself. Some of us have been kind enough to answer your questions, so if you don’t mind, could you perhaps return the favor?”

Jarin returned his gaze evenly, but shifted his attention to Lydia as she came back in.

"There's three beds on the other side," she said, leaning on the doorframe.

Wolfgang said, somewhat forcefully, "Oh, so this should be our room."

Majkku, apparently done with everything, wandered out into the hall. Jarin stood and followed, shooting Vanir a wry little smile as he walked.

"I don't mind at all, but apparently we're saving this discussion for the morning and I'd rather not repeat myself. Thank you both," he glanced Lydia, "for your answers. Goodnight, Lydia, Wolfgang. Sleep well."

When they reached the room Majkku immediately dropped into one of the beds. Mere seconds after he jacknifed up -- startling Jarin badly enough he dropped into a crouch and pulled a bootknife -- but just as quickly the kid settled back down again, swaddling himself in the covers. Jarin blew out a long breath and sheathed his knife before making his way to the small bathroom.

He locked the door and changed quickly into a simple shirt and loose pants. Slipping one knife into his waistband just in case, he stepped out of the bathroom, taking a moment to observe the room and its occupants.

Vanir raised an eyebrow at Jarin’s response. He was beginning to suspect that no one would give their promised answers in the morning, but he wouldn’t let himself be disappointed. This wasn’t even his idea in the first place. That being said, he decided that he’d have to keep an eye on Jarin. When the two other boys left the room, he just crossed him arms and pushed himself off of the wall to follow them. “Goodnight,” he said airily to the ladies before walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. He took a quick mental note of the hall’s layout before following Jarin and Majkku into their temporary place of residence.

The youngest member of their trio wasted no time claiming one of the beds. Vanir immediately observed that this room had the same structure as the one before except that there were indeed three beds, and he couldn’t help but be pleased by the prospect of sleeping on something more comfortable than the floor. He’d brought a small bag of his spare clothing and essentials with him to his room, and he placed it on the stand beside the bed closest to the door. It wasn’t everything that he’d brought with him, but the rest was in Malanya’s saddlebag, so he could retrieve it tomorrow. Jarin had claimed the bathroom just before Vanir had even entered, so he was left to change out in the open. Majkku seemed to be drifting away into sleep at the moment, so hopefully he wouldn’t look over and see Vanir precariously trying to stay out of his sight. Privacy wasn’t required, and he was used to having very little of it back at his home, but he couldn’t help but feel awkward because of... well, his current rooming situation, along with a couple other factors.

As quickly as possible, he changed into his rather old and drab sleepwear and shoved his previous outfit and weapon into his bag just as Jarin came back out. He chose not to acknowledge this, instead focusing on letting his long hair down out of its ponytail and smoothing out a couple of knots while he did so. No one else seemed to have anything to say, so he silently crawled into his ridiculously soft bed (seriously, did rich people always sleep on clouds?) and tried to fall asleep.

Lydia closed the door behind Vanir, and locked it.
"You can drop the glamour now," she said in a bored tone.
"Next time, just ask me to cover for you. You'd have to make sure no one tripped over your tail or anything, but you're pretty quiet anyway."
She crossed over to a chair in the corner and reached into her bag. She felt the familiar cold crystal of her knife, and pulled it out carefully, making sure to cover it with an illusion, so all that showed was a simple steel dagger of the same size. She also removed a cloth, and began polishing it carefully.

With a sigh of relief, Wolf shucked off her glamor, making the bed squeak as a white canine the size of a pony collapsed onto it. She curled up into a ball and tucked her head under her tail

Lydia finished up her polishing, before carefully climbing into the other bed and closing her eyes. She was asleep almost instantly.

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In the morning, she woke up slowly, slipping out of bed groggily, grabbing her bag, and slipping into the bathroom, where she changed from her light dress to a tunic and pants, well made but not fancy. She carefully put on all her weapons, consisting mostly of hidden sheathes holding knives of all sizes. She then slipped out of the bathroom and took a seat to wait for the others to be ready.

Majkku woke up the next morning cocooned in a blanket. He laid there for a second, trying to wake up, and eventually he did. He woke up before Vanir and Jarin thankfully so it didn’t matter that his ears were up. However, he quickly flattened his ears though, in case if one of them woke up and saw him. Majkku got up and stretched before putting the blanket back on top of him.I wonder when everyone else will wake up...

Vanir, now dressed more comfortably, pulled the tie out of his hair. He spent a moment combing it out with his fingers before slipping silently into one of the beds. Jarin followed suit after locking the door and, with a small sigh at his own paranoia, wedging one of the room's chairs beneath the knob.

Morning came quickly. Rustling from Majkku's bed roused him, but Jarin didn't open his eyes, relishing in the ability to laze about for a short while. He pressed his face deeper into the pillow. He wouldn't be able to fall back asleep - he never could - but he wasn't trying to.

A few minutes of later he took a deep breath, let it out, and sat up.

"Good morning," he said quietly.

Mindful of Vanir, who seemed to still be asleep, he nabbed his pack and dressed for the day in the bathroom. Splashing some water on his face and running his hands through his hair as Vanir had done the night before woke him fully.

Jarin exited the bathroom, massaging the tightness from the two scars curling from his jaw down to the underside of his throat. He put the chair back where it had been and sat in it. Figuring it might be a while until everyone was awake - and unwilling to seek Lydia and Wolfgang out lest he wake either of them early - he pulled his knives out and set to making sure they were oiled and sharpened.

After sharing a room with two older brothers for almost every moment of his life, Vanir was used to sleeping through obnoxiously loud noises, or at the very least ignoring them. Thus, his companions hardly even made him stir as they got ready. He more or less drifted awake, fading out of a dreamless sleep and staring at the ceiling. For a few seconds, he wondered why it wasn’t the familiar old planks of his home, but he quickly remembered his quest of sorts. He also remembered his roommates, which made him want to pretend to be asleep again to eavesdrop on whatever they were doing. However, when he didn’t hear anything, he threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

Majkku was clearly awake, even if he wasn’t doing anything particularly productive, but Jarin was nowhere to be seen. The sound of water splashing made him assume that he had taken the bathroom once again, and was proven right when he exited only moments later. Vanir mumbled some halfhearted greeting that almost sounded like it was in a different language, but after he blinked awake a bit more, he cleared his throat and gave them a proper “Good morning.” Jarin walked away to retrieve a chair that he had apparently propped against the door (smart move), so he decided that no one wanted to talk right now and took the bathroom for himself.

When he came out, Vanir was dressed in a deep green tunic and dark brown boots, but wore the same cloak and leather armor from yesterday. He walked over to his belongings and pulled out his weaponry, strapping the quiver to his back and the bow to his belt. Slightly paranoid as ever, he then tucked his belongings away under his bed so that anyone who came in wouldn’t immediately see them. It certainly wasn’t anything if value, but it would still hurt to lose all of his spare clothing and whatnot. The only other thing he grabbed from his luggage was his hair tie.

“I’ll be waiting in the hall,” he announced to the others before walking out the door, closing it quietly behind himself. While he did have his moments, Vanir wasn’t always rude, so he refrained from knocking on the ladies’ door in case they were still asleep. Instead, he leaned on the wall next to their doorway and began messing with his hair. He figured that at least a little bit of whatever would happen today required stealth, so he’d want to keep his hair back, but right now it was as wild as Wolfgang’s locks. Sighing at the tangles that had somehow accumulated over the night, he began meticulously braiding his hair as he waited for the rest of the “team” to get up and join him.

Lydia fidgeted with a small pocketknife, deep in thought. She snapped out of her trance when she heard some noise from the other side of the door. She crossed over and opened it carefully, seeing Vanir leaning against the wall braiding his hair.
"Good morning."
She closed the door behind her, and was silent.