03-06-2016, 01:56 PM
Connor’s eyes snap open as he wakes. He sits up and rubs his eyes.
“God damn it, I guess my home can wait then, gotta kill a dragon.”, he stretches and pops his back. Then he swings out of the bed and heads down to the main area of the hotel.
“Have a nice sleep?”, the clerk asks, Connor just grunts in response as he gathers his breakfast. As he eats he opens his Gauntlet Computer (™), he opens the email application and starts typing.
“God damn it, I guess my home can wait then, gotta kill a dragon.”, he stretches and pops his back. Then he swings out of the bed and heads down to the main area of the hotel.
“Have a nice sleep?”, the clerk asks, Connor just grunts in response as he gathers his breakfast. As he eats he opens his Gauntlet Computer (™), he opens the email application and starts typing.