Reb would have normally been up and about by now. Well, he had been. Most people didn't think he was an early riser because of how late he tended to stay up but he had grown up having to be alert everyday of his life. Which meant when he did sleep, he slept light and in small doses at lulls in the day. He didn't have a set sleep pattern and probably never would, which suited him just fine. Sleep left you open and vulnerable.
That said, he had come back to his place to rest a bit by reading one of the many books he had stashed inside. So, there he sat with his feet propped up, leaning back in a chair and reading a good book. Not a bad afternoon. Real Peaceful.
And then someone knocked on the door.
"What ever it is, I didn't do it," Reb shouted back, not moving from his spot.