Lion Head Mesa [m] forever in debt to your priceless advice

Visibly disheveled, the priest rose. He gave a few sleepy blinks, yawning aloud as he rose from his bed. He had come here to redecorate, but it would appear he had, instead, fallen into slumber.

It’s alright. He could decorate another time.

He stumbled to the door of his rooms, holding the air of a man stumbling about in a half open bathrobe. Of course, as he did, a woman would go wandering by.

Akhtar stared at her for a moment, before straightening with a small smile.

Good.. He paused. What time was it?

Good day!