ยค What to Expect
Jaysen opened one eye, finding the sudden silence in the room disconcerting. He was a light sleeper, a habit drilled into him after years of training as a bandit. Not that he actually made use of this special alertness, especially during the occasional ambushes on some of the richer citizens of Ossyria. Oh, no sir.
There was a warm weight at his side; sitting up, Jaysen saw that it was Silver, whose head was on her arm as she slept, leaning on the small space next to him on the bed. Her blue Maro had slipped off her head, uncovering tousled silvery curls.