Everyone is asleep but our drunken brawler. Honestly, he's won this fight at this point and i think everyone is dying to get back into the dungeon and start killing crap again. So, let us proceed.
Razgar finishes by placing a lock on the Dwarf's arm, thumping him into the ground as he shouts for surrender, droned out by the audience and the dwarf's own drunken tears. "And we have a winner folks! the new challenger Razgar the orc has won his first fight!" Razgar heads out, grabbing the spoils of 30 coins and taking a nap as he leans over the bar counter.
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Day 2
Razgar wakes. He holds his head as he rises from the floor, throbbing as the morning light shines in from a nearby window. The bartender casually cleans a glass, as if hungover orcs are a normal thing. Gonna be a long week.
Lia wakes up, noticing Rodri snoring next to her, she sits upright, waking Rodri as well, the miners rising and the constructs beginning to move from their standing sleep. The cavern is as it was the night before , serene and peaceful. It's a pleasant morning. You wonder why you feel a bruise on your head.
Jerri wakes in his alleyway, it feels like hay... why is there hay in an alleyway? You'll never understand that, nor will you care about that. You stand up, cracking your neck and stretching before you disappear into the morning crowd.
Thranduil wakes up, the burrower curled up next to him with an adorable expression on its face. The reddish horn tapering into its slightly cleaner furry brown body. He picks it up and drapes it over his shoulder as he stands up for the morning. He looks out and notices the city square, he was sleeping surprisingly close, but it's still a gorgeous sight. The morning sunlight reflects on water flowing from a large fountain in the middle, decorated stones coating the ground as groups of people travel throughout the area.