"You know, one thing that I really hate about the religion now is the fact that they summoned celestials weekly on midnight, the light made it really hard to sleep! But don't even get me started on the correctional facility,"  Harpen says as he hugs Daimion back.

Daimion will sleep.

Harpen notices this and lays back so Daimion can sleep more comfortably before grabbing the nearest blanket and putting it over them both. You wake up and it is about four in the afternoon, you are on top of Harpen and there is a blanket over you two, what do you do?

Daimion will hide his face and sit next to Harpen

Harpen is still asleep but then begins to speak in goblin and common in even intervals.

Daimion will take out a blank book and draw Harpen.

Conveniently as soon as you finish drawing Harpen they wake up before saying "Good morning."

Daimion will hide the book and say, "afternoon."

"Oh, how long did we sleep?"

Harpen puts his hand on his forehead in pain and says "Man I shouldn't have drank so much alcohol,"

Daimion smirks and says, "careful".

"I've been trying to control my drinking recently but I tend to get carried away," Harpen says before moving to Daimions side and putting his head on Daimions shoulder.

"Question, have things that scare you happen often lately?"  Harpen asks.

Daimion will stay quiet.

"No? Okay, just making sure I wasn't the only one experiencing these illusions,"

Daimion will ask to be excused and run into the fog.

Okay, nothing specifically interesting happens in the fog other than you hearing whispering that vaguely sounds like people from the cult you were in.

Daimion will cut his hand and walk deeper into the fog.

The whispers become louder and you think you can hear quick movement around you.

Daimion will stand still and equip his shortsword.