'It's been a week and a few,' forearm over the head, the sun outside rose with the chirping of birds. 'I haven't seen them for a while,' thought Igna sat upright and peering to the left. The roommates slept with smiles and tired expressions. Time showed 05:55 on the 13th of Saturday. 'I'm beat. Who would have guessed being an assistant to be so hard? I was promoted from doing the dishes to cleaning the floor and serving area. I don't get if I'm supposed to be mad or not. I guess the weekly payment does make up for the job. 250 Exa to be precise. What can I even do with that?'
"Good morning Igna," yawned Lampard on the upper-bunk,"-long time no see."
"Yeah, sorry about that?" he yawned as well; "-should we be talking so loudly?"
"Don't worry," the broad figure chuckled and leaped, "-they'll wake up soon." The landing was a cold hard slap of flesh against the marble. Yet, he seemed to not be bothered.
"Good morning, Lampard," coughed the mage at the abrupt landing.
