The knock on the door irritated her. Not because Imenry hadn't already been up for an hour; dressed and had even already gotten her breakfast down at the bar. But because in an inn this size she was sharing a room with some of her companions, others in the company of the Grey Wardens. And those were still asleep. It had been a long few days, and there was still a lot to do. Imenry was content to let them sleep, at least another hour or so, and so at the knock on the door she cursed under her breath, hurrying to open it. Reaching for her claymore where it was leaning against the wall, Imenry sheathed it on her back and slipped out of the room, drawing the door shut at her back.
She stared down at the woman from the day before standing just before her. Why was she here? Perhaps looking for Brennan? In Imenry's mind that was the only logical answer. "Brennan is sleeping," she said softly, making to move past the woman in the narrow hallway. "I suggest giving him a few hours if you want to talk to him. And lay off the slapping." The last suggestion was delivered with a raised eyebrow, Imenry's expression unamused.