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The sun light crept through the crudely made curtains, each streak only just showing as the dust drifted gently through them. As the sun rises higher the beams gradually begin to fall on Ryath's face. With a groan he gently ran his hand over his face pushing his long red hair out of the way. Slowly he propped himself up on his elbow and opened his eyes a bit, the bright sunshine stinging a little at first, whiting out the rest of the room momentarily. With a deep sigh he runs his hand through his hair and swings his legs out of bed, his trousers flowing gently around his ankles. Shrugging off the blanket he pushes himself up off of the crudely made bed and walks across the room to the door. Upon opening it the brilliant light from the morning sun illuminates the room, dazing Ryath a little more in his groggy morning state. He takes a few steps outside towards the well, the ground still cool beneath his feet having not yet warmed. Ryath pulled up a bucket from the well and proceeded to empty it over his head, soaking his hair, head and shoulders completely, before dropping the bucket back in and pulling it up once more, this time taking it back into his house.
He shut the door behind him and looked about. The walls were made of rustic planks, as was almost everything else. His bed consisted of a wood frame with a few sheep skins covering the base and a heavy blanket to sleep under. The majority of his possessions hung on the walls from crude hooks or nails. Across from his bed was a rounded off table with an assortment of foods and books scattered across it. Ryath walked over to the window and drew the curtains back from the glass, one of the few luxuries in his house, to allow some light in. He stood looking around, it was not much but it was to him, home. He quickly changed from his sleeping clothes, slipping a pair of more durable trousers on before sitting down at the table to muse over an open book on it. He reached across the table and picked up a chunk of bread, biting off a large bit and chewing on it slowly as he read. He glanced up from his book and noticed that his small collection of edible items had decreased significantly. Sighing to himself he muttered softly “Looks like I need to make a trip out for food again, maybe Portsmith will have something of interest today."
He pushed his chair back from the table and began gathering items from around the room. He grabbed his belt on which were safely cradled his two knives. Next he picked up his bow and shouldered that, hanging it diagonally across his back so it would not imped his movements too much. As he walked towards the door he grabbed a large travelling cloak from a nail on the wall, throwing it on to disguise the weapons he carried. Ryath disliked wearing tops, this cloak was about the only thing he would wear. As he left his house he pulled the door shut behind him, placing a small piece of straw between the top of the door and the frame. His damp hair hung down over the back of his cloak, keeping his head cool in the sun, for the moment. He smiled a little to himself before heading away from his house towards the road. From there he would begin his, what he considered brief considering the distances he had travelled, journey to the city of Portsmith.