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[LunaNebulae]

When Nero wakes hes just as tired as he'd been when he went to sleep. He can practically feel the dark circles as he nestles down further into the makeshift nest of pelts and fabric scraps, his eyes heavy with sleep as he does. Sleep was never restful for him, but what little of it he managed was welcome enough. Perhaps he should find a way to forgo sleep all together...

Cracking open pupilless white eyes, he stares out at the swirling stars that illuminate the astral plane, his vision slightly obscured by the soft furs under his cheek. A dry tounge rolls over his lips, and Nero knows it's a good idea to wake up now. Sitting up, he sees blueberry sleeping peacefully nearby, curled into a tight bundle. Rustling out if the nest, he goes to the corner where he keeps his mess kit and other necessary things and leaves something out for her to eat. He knows the weasel well enough that when she wants out of the astral plane, she'll come out.

Gathering his scrolls, his inkwell, rations, and weapons, Nero tucked them all close before going to the entrance. Springing back into the material plane, he felt mildly dizzy as he came too, before looking around the room and grabbing his bag. Stuffing his effects in, Nero shook himself quietly for a second. The other still seemed to be asleep, and as he rustles around, Nero casts a glance over the one he entrusted himself too.

Walking over towards the bed where the other slept, Nero studied his features briefly. He looked peaceful, and he could get a good look at the scar on his face. To put it bluntly, it interested the mystic a lot, since he wondered if there was even an eye there at all. "You planing on sleeping the day away?"

[::madlyhazel]

The voice forced Ewan out of his dreams in an instant, and he quickly slapped a hand over his bad eye to cover it. The other flung for the knife he always kept on his person, pointing it at the intruder. He stared up with wide eyes at the man for several long moments, his chest heaving as he tried to calm himself down. Once he recognized the stranger as Nero, he gave an annoyed growl and flung his blade down to the ground.

"Knock first," he grunted out, sounding all sorts of annoyed.

Snatching his eyepatch up from the table, he turned his back to Nero until he'd properly affixed it. Without the worry of the man seeing his ilk, he turned his gaze and frowned. How on earth had the man even found him, anyways? Perhaps he'd asked the innkeeper where his room was, though he wished that he wasn't able to be found so easily. He'd start having to lay traps around his room, just in case any from his old order came looking for him.

Ewan rose to his feet, rubbing the sleep away from his good eye and yawning. It always took him ages to wake up in the morning, and the sudden burst of adrenaline only made it worse. With such an unpleasant interruption, he knew he'd be feeling all sorts of bad for the rest of the day.

"Can you maybe leave so I can get changed?"

[LunaNebulae]

Under his cloak Nero fought to hold back a snicker, keen eyes watching as the other makes haste to awaken. He does however, flinch back at the knife that's held in his direction, his mind making a jump to make his skin tougher before a calm falls over the other, and thus himself.

"I don't think knocking would have made much difference." A spaded tail flicks, the smile tangible in Nero's voice as he speaks. To some he technically had been in the room since last night, but it was a bit of a grey area. At any rate, he didn't understand why the other was in such a tizzy, since he technically hadn't done anything.

"I'll see you outside then, or wherever they serve food here. Hey do you think they serve pie this early? It was an earnest question as he strapped on his pack, walking towards the door. It had been a long time since he'd had a treat, but he could always wait till he found berries to whip up something of his own. Maybe. He hated to admit it but the idea that he might get something sweet this early was enough to make him hungry.

[::madlyhazel]

Ewan watched as Nero exited the room, a frown evident on his features. That had been an eventful way to wake up in the morning, and he wasn't remotely pleased. Sighing heavily, he slipped the knife back into its scabbard and moved to start putting on his armor. With a practiced ease, he slipped each piece of metal into place and tightened them down. Last came his cloak, quickly flung over his form and tied snugly until it completely covered him. There, now he could start his day.

He exited the room, looking to Nero with an annoyed expression. "I don't know if they have pie here or not, since I don't eat at the inns. You're welcome to check, however. As for me, I'm going to go catch my breakfast."

With the little amount of money he was able to scrounge up in order to purchase a room to stay in whenever he was in town, he often didn't have enough to spend on overpriced inn food. Instead, he went out and laid traps and gathered berries and herbs to eat. Sure, it wasn't as nice as a piping hot meal to fill his stomach, but it got the job done well enough. He tended to carry dried items on his person as well, just in case he wasn't able to snatch up an unsuspecting bit of prey.

[LunaNebulae]

Down in the section of the inn serving patrons, Nero looked up as he heard the sound of armor running against itself. He was hard to miss, at least to his sensitive ears. Even as a few guests meandered about the front, he could still zero in upon the sound of the armor. It had more to do with the fact Nero was sure the other was the only one around with such protection than anyone in the general area instead of Nero wanting to find him.

"I will." He couldn't smell many sweets in the kitchen, though, perhaps they were making something for later guests. Nero inquisitively sniffed the air before he felt something in his pack move. Blueberry was awake, and back in the material plane. His weasel was already shuffling papers about inside his bag as he dwelled on the likely hood of their being pie at this hour. Perhaps he could go out looking for ingredients and make one himself if not? No. Half the time he always kept some of the juice for dyes for his hair or paint unless he found double what he needed.

It hits him like a arrow to the chest that the knight is leaving, off to hunt for something. Nero could applaud that, since he too usually lived off what he got from the land, but he couldn't help but scrunch his nose up at the thought of anyone hunting in full armor. " Doesn't it hinder you? I mean, I can't imagine you're as mobile as you like to think you are."

[::madlyhazel]

Ewan was just about to the door when Nero questioned him. He glanced over his shoulder, raising up a thick, blonde eyebrow. "Somewhat, but that's why I trap. Plus, once you've worn armor enough, it becomes likes a second skin. I have no problems moving in it now, whereas a few years ago I couldn't do much of anything at all."

He exited the inn, squinting as the early morning light flooded his vision. Not caring much about whether or not Nero was following him, he took his leave through the town, making his way for the north exit. Today would probably be the day he would need to leave. He could only stay in most towns for a day or two before he had to move on. He just needed to keep traveling, keep getting further and further from Cesario. He didn't have an exact plan in mind, but he needed to find a way to save his kingdom.

He reached the edge of town, quickly taking a sharp turn into the forest. He scanned for signs of life while keeping an eye on his surroundings so he could find his way back. A few leaves seemed to have been eaten, and the ground looked recently disturbed. This would be a good spot. He set the simple trap, laying out a few dried berries beneath to attract the creature. He repeated the same task in a spot a little further away. With that settled, he moved on to collecting any foliage he could eat.