[color=00aeef][h1][center]Grian Rothfell_[/center][/h1][/color]

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Grian woke up to the sound of his own snoring. He was covered in many layers of sheets and pillows, making his awakening an unpleasant one. For a second his dreams mixed with reality, and moving his arms responded to the same effect as commanding a platoon of troops to attack. As such his hand flung upwards knocking all the pillows out of his way, and leaving a huge cloud of feathers and a general mess. The white cloud slowly descended on hisf ace as he got his bearings. He looked around the room, and reassured himself that he was indeed back at home. The painstaking headache only kicked in when he tried sitting up in the bed for the first time. Grian frowned and buried his face in his palm. He let out a breath of air and the smell of alcohol hit him. He tried to remember what happened the last night, but every time he tried to go further than waking up just, now his head begin aching unberably. He carefully moved himself to the side of the bed and slipped into his boots he wore at home. He tried his strenght before standing up, but his legs felt kinda weak. Thought he didn't feel likw walking, Grian slowly made his way to his door, reinforcing his desire to do something with every step. 

He opened the door into the hallway and stepped out onto the carpet. The air was cold and fresh, and only a small amount of light came in through the windows. Through the dimly lit hallway Grian made his way to the bathroom. He washed his face from the bowl of water that was already prepared, and examined his own face. Circles grew under his eyes and he looked like he was through his worst day ever. He pretty much felt like it too. His head was about to explode and he felt really shaky as he stood on his legs. There was always the optionto walk on four legs, but that seemed way too barbaric. Plus *that* could always happen to him. A chill went down Grian's spine as the thought about things he wish he could forget. He quickly finished cleaning himself, and left the bathroom in a slightly less terrible state. He wa slowly approached the steps leading down to the dining hall, and he began recollecting his memories. Now that his head stopped aching somehow, he could start focusing better. First, he got the salary and bumped into a girl at the market. Her name was.... it was something for sure, but he couldn't remember. Then a guard captain approached who took em both to the Iron Bells HQ. Maria Von sumthin fancy. 

His thoughts were interrupted by the dangerously close stairway. Normally its a walk you don't even need to worry about as you climb or descend the marble stairs. But in his hungover form, it seemed like miles of never ending staircase to Grian. He let out a small grunting nosie as he made the first step. He almost lost his balance, and quickly grabbed onto the railing. His legs were shaking so much that they felt more like spaghetti than anything else. He made the second step more carefulyl this time, making sure he was standing firm. After succeeding on keeping his balance, Grian decided to recollect more of the last day's happenings with each step. He was interviewed in the Iron Bell HQ, and then the thief guy came in. Oh yes, he remembered that brat. His legs started aching as he took the enxt step, perhaps because he thought about running. He then messed up the HQ.

He slowly reached the end of the stairway by the time he remembered most of his until he left the barracks. He stopped to look at the dining table in the room. There was a single plate with breakfast on it, and a glass of water. Grian sighed as he walked his way over to the empty seat. The meal was composed of egg omlettes some meat and onions. Grian's stomach rumbled as he looked at the meal, and he didn't stop to look at the meal for long.

Once he finsihed he leaned back on his chair, feeling much better than before. Then, and old man walked into the room. [color=fff200]"Good morning Mr Grian. Did you find the meal to your liking?"[/color] Grian looked over to where the voice was coming from, and noticed his butler, Barkley. 

[color=00aeef]"Yes Barkley, the meal was delicious as always."[/color] Grian stood up, and walked to the butler. [color=00aeef]"Barkley I may need your help recollecting the events of yesterday. Were you here when I arrived?"[/color]

The butler thinked for a second or two and then replied. [color=fff200]"I am afraid not sir. It was past sunrise when the you arrived, so I was in my own section of the mansion."[/color] Grian nodded to the man, and then left through the same room the butler came in from. He entered a large study of sorts, combined with a large number of bookshelss that acted as the library too. Part of it at least. In one corner stood a singular mahagony desk, fille with papers and writing utensils that were sorted in a neat order. Above the desk hung a large picture of a gentleman dressed in an elegant suit, holding a fencing sword. On both sides were large windows on the walls, and two doors led out of the room. Grian slumped down into the large chair that was behind the desk, and finally pieced together the remaining of the day.

He went to the abr with some of the guards, and spent a small sum of his reward money. It was still enough to get him enough drinks to make him drunk, though he wasn't that easy to get drunk given his large stature. Thank god he wasn't so hard to manage when drunk. He tended to think more clearly, alcohol stimulising his brain and opening him up for a conversation. He also tended to forget things and make sudden decisions when he was drunk. One of this was when he went to sell his info. Complete info could've gotten him more money. A lot more. He then remembered walking through the slums to get home when he... he met a penguin? His head began aching gently again as he tried to recall more, so he gave up trying, and frowned instead.

He sat there for some time reading a book, but when he looked back he was sure that the room looked a lot righter than when he came in. He put down the book and listened to the silence. It was a calm morning, and he was only guessing how little he slept since he came back home. His eyes and head definetly told him not a lot, but the missing memeroies stopped him from making any guesses. Then out of nowhere, breaking the silence came a sound of a girl, through the door of the dining hall. 

Grian walked out into the dining hall to see who was calling for him. At the end of the hallway stood a girl, with long blue hair and a confused face. Then memories started flooding Grian's memory. The fight that took palce, Kurokono, the slums on fire and then coming home with Emile. He wasn't ready to take all of this in, and he fell on his knees as the events of yesterday flashed into his memory. He grunted painfully and held his head with his hands, clearly in pain from the serious headache.