Post by Alfred F. Jones on Sept 20, 2010 19:16:49 GMT -5
Heracles Karpusi rubbed his tired eyes and bit back a yawn as he dragged his pack behind him, not even bothering to put it on his shoulder. He couldn't remember the last time he's gotten a good night's sleep. He had tried to get a hotel room to get away from the whirr of the engines in his room on the boat which was right by the engine room out of necessity, but he'd run into Gupta there. And as much as he likes the guy and enjoys tinkering around with their little bot, a man needs his sleep.
He knew the offices in the guild weren't strictly for sleeping, but he'd run out of options. So he'd packed a pillow and a blanket and headed towards the guild. He trudged up to one of the tellers and paid her for the office with what little money he had and mounted the staircase like a zombie.
Lukily the room was quiet and dark and the carpet was soft enough that once he'd laid down his supplies, he was able to drift to sleep.
...For a few minutes, at least.
He knew the offices in the guild weren't strictly for sleeping, but he'd run out of options. So he'd packed a pillow and a blanket and headed towards the guild. He trudged up to one of the tellers and paid her for the office with what little money he had and mounted the staircase like a zombie.
Lukily the room was quiet and dark and the carpet was soft enough that once he'd laid down his supplies, he was able to drift to sleep.
...For a few minutes, at least.