Jargon stood, his hands and face relatively clean of the food he just ate. He looked around and shook his head. He started for the door, folding his arms. He was tired, and had a busy day tomorrow. He slipped out of the hall, stretching his large body and walking down the hall to his room. He stepped inside, walking to his selected bed. It was a little too short, but he didn't really mind. He sat down, stripping off his shirt. He took his sword and carefully cleaned and sharpened in, making sure it's condition was correct before setting it down. He stretched out his wings now, the bones inside of it popping slightly. His wing span was large, as well as his wings, needed to lift his body. He laid down on his stomach, tucking his wings back in, his feet hanging off the bed a bit.