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Perdix woke up underneath the bed, which he promptly banged his head against sitting up.

"Son of a bitch!"

Rumbing his bruised forehead, Perdix rolled out from underneath the bed and rose to his feet. He reached under the pillow and retrieved the Cowl, laying it flat on the bed. He went through the motions of getting dressed, ending with his sliding the Cowl into his tunic. It was a little chilly, and Perdix was even more uncomfortable in his shelveless shirt. His cuirass and bracers were next door, in Valkyire's room. He went through his morning stretches- the former Gray Fox had told him that an ill-timed sprain could mean fifteen-life in a dungeon.

Finished with his morning routine, he ducked his head out of the room, for some reason, to make sure the hallway was empty. Old habits die hard. He walked down the hallway, his footsteps soundless. Perdix probably couldn't make a sound even if he wanted to. Perdix roamed the halls, searching for a meal hall of some sort.