"Really? Fireworks?" Eli rolled out of bed, falling onto the floor of his room. He rubbed his head, changed out of his casual clothing, picked up his hammer from its place on the floor, and headed down the stairs of the inn to investigate. His head brushed the doorframe as he stepped outside, the last lights of the fireworks just starting to fade.
"C'mon, guys! Even if this is a game, people still get tired. I, for one, am extremely pretty, and therefore need beauty sleep." He chuckled. "Nah, I'm fine with it, but the lady on the second floor is a witch. Always gets on my back about custom orders and blade superiority and blah, blah, blah. So, what's the occasion for fireworks?" Eli leaned against the wall of the inn, his blond hair bobbing gently in a light breeze.
"Oh! Didn't introduce myself! How rude! Shiribushi, call me what ya like, resident tank, town idiot, and blacksmith-in-training. And you are?" Eli asked, addressing the motley crew in front of the building next door.