The dragonborn wakes before sunrise, his farmboy life and service in the army training him to do so. Regardless of last night's drinking, he goes out for a short run and then a full calisthenics routine. He then makes it to the Mess for breakfast service.
As the Azure Claws gather to begin discussion missions:
"Them poor folks. Wolves can really cause trouble 'round a farm."
Kithre rises as the sun rises, humming softly to herself as she bathes quickly, taking the time to brush her hair through with a lightly scented softening oil before braiding it back into a single heavy cable. Without knowing what kind of a quest they would be setting out on, she opts to pack as if they were leaving the city. A quick breakfast stop and then she made her way to the board.
When she gets to the mission board, she notices some of her team already assembled.
"Wolves would give us a good chance to show the common folk that the Saints are there to help them. It has good - what do you call them - optics. Makes a good first impression for us." She says, smiling as she stands on her toes to read all the missions.
Johann does not look chipper. His hair is wild, and he looks hungover. "I would prefer the undead one. It's underground, and does sound easier than the wolves. We could also accept both requests. #5 is right in the temple district, and crypts typically aren't that large. Then we could set out for #6 tomorrow morning."
Despite the fact that they saw Dar still drinking with the half-elf when most of them leaved the bar last night, he enters the room, smiling and as bright and clear as new.
“Good morning to everyone. I see that we are early birds! That’s good that’s good. We have a plenty of things to do!”
His forehead is covered in sweat and it seems that he has spent some hours training. He left his sword with care at the table. In fact most of you then realizes that his normally free-care demeneaor, changes completely now, as he treats his sword with the utmost respect and care.
He snaps his fingers and the sweat is gone and a faint lavander smell accompany him.
”No time for a proper bath so this will have to suffice. What was our mission then? “ he ask to his companions.