Ian yawned as he slowly walked along a path to the Iron Rose headquarters, he was fully armored and was carrying his weapons only because he wasn't comfortable leaving them in the tavern he slept at and he still had no place of his own at the actual Iron Rose base. He hadn't bothered to hide his canine features either, his tail was casually swishing out from behind the cape of his armor and his ears were standing open proudly, if also tiredly. He had forgotten, or was maybe unable, to stop by Gillian room last night for that book and was actually on his way there now to see about it, passing through the courtyard not even noticing Marianne and Tiral in his tired state.
When he finally got to Gillian's room he had entirely forgotten about the knight's request that he knock and groggily stumbled through the door murmuring "Gillian?" only to find the room devoid of the man. Shrugging, he figured that if he didn't mind his taking it, he wouldn't mind him helping himself to it, and so he began scouring the room for the book knocking over many more things than he normally would were he fully awake. When he got to the bed, however, he stopped and sat on it, Spirits it was comfortable, he slowly flopped over to be laying on it. The reason for his weariness this morning happened last night, though he had been on the side that saw less action he had been ambushed by the girls he had met during the party as he tried to leave the castle. He had spent the night with them in activities that steadily increased in rigorousness as the night went on until he eventually did take his leave of them, stumbling into the tavern smelling heavily of the girls and getting only a few minutes of sleep before the bustle of the day beginning woke him back up. Which is why now he was currently fast asleep upon Gillian's bed.