It was late and he was tired. He had spent the day making time until the Joining as best he could which meant training and travels to town. Along with quite a bit of drinking, some singing, training…alright so he had been keeping busy enough…but now it was time for sleep…
The sudden cry of eternal suffering though snapped him right out of a dead sleep. His eyes flew open and he flailed around for a weapon.
“FIRE! TRECHERY! ALARM!” He cried as he grabbed a pillow and flung it like a fluffy dagger of death across the room to smack with a fump against the stone wall. He sat there blinking for a moment before he simply yawned once as he blinked owlishly around the room. His eyes closed once again after but a moment as he fell back into the bed with a soft thump and began once again to snore.