Draft
<p>Olrõnvi, 6 Nédiïn 3884
 
There was no bell for breakfast, it was a horn. I loud trumpet calling out as the Roia cracked the western horizon. As Nik gathered himself, he wondered which was worse. He almost missed the nights of sleeping on roots, twigs and rocks, solely because he was woken by his own body instead of a bell or trumpet, or other such unnecessary and unnatural noise.
 
"Ah, I've missed that horn," Raain reminisced fondly as she sat up on the cot. Nik, who lay two beds away, looked up at the back of her head, and gave a reproachful look that she didn't see. Arun might have seen, he was on the other side of Raain. Griegg, whom had slept on the cot between Raain and Nik, was already up, having tried to visit the library before breakfast, but that would not happen.
 
A short, rounding, bald monk was donning his orange robes across the aisle from Raain. "And we've missed you playing it, Beau. You gonna be here tomorrow? You should ask if you can blow it, for old time's sake."
 
"I'm not sure if we will be," Raain told her old friend, Frederick Bæzel. "Even if we do, it's been so many years, I don't think I could remember it, or belt it out like I used to." Raain and Fred laughed, as did a few other monks in the hall that were close enough to hear without trying. Nik and Arun were out of the loop.
 
After the laughter settled, and the friends that hadn't seen each other in a year, the last time Frederick visited Berryshire Town, didn't have something else to say for a moment. As the moment began to turn into an awkward silence, a sort of chirping sound came from the bed on the other side of Arun, Tedd was still asleep, and not sleeping quietly.
 
Frederick gave Raain a look of mischievousness. Raain knew what he was thinking. "We're not children anymore, Bæzel, don't pull his tail."
 
"Ok, ok, I wasn't going to, but I remember doing it."
 
"We'd always get in more trouble than it was amusing," Raain reminded him.
 
"Speak for yourself! I thought the amusement of his screeches were well worth the scolding." It seemed Frederick hadn't learned the lessons he was supposed to have learned.
 
"Raain, you really pulled Tedd's tail when you were young?" Arun was becoming amused hearing about the troublesome side of the woman he respected.
 
"He was twice our age, and half our maturity, although ours was pretty low, too. And his tail was quite bushy, we're partially to blame for it's sparsity."
 
"Sparsity?!" Of any word Arun would have chosen to describe Tedd's tail, sparse was not one of them.
 
"Compared to the way it was, yeah, it's sparse," Frederick said.
 
"Arun, could you wake him, gently." Raain asked.
 
Arun swung his short legs back onto his own cot, rolled to the other side, and jumped down, took the three steps it required him to move between beds, and didn't need to bend over to put his hand on Tedd's shoulder, giving a little shake, and whispered in his ear, "Come on Tedd, time to wake up. It's daylight in the swamps."
 
Tedd gave a small yip as he woke. 
 
"Oh, I should mention," Frederick said, "the breakfasts haven't improved."
 
 
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Arun soon found out what that meant. As they walked from the courtyard to the dinning hall the smell of bland oats filled his nostrils. As much as Arun was felt turned off by the blandness of the smell, Tedd nearly passed on dinning with their hosts to go back to his cart and eat some of the foods Nira had packed for them. But as many of the monks stood to greet Tedd and the others, he decided he must stay, and eat the drab.
 
"Here we learn to live without luxury," said one monk to Arun as he glared at the food dripping from his dark green-stained wood spoon. He wondered how many hundreds of years this spoon had been used, and if it should not have been thrown away many of them ago. But eat he did, as did Tedd. Nik, Raain, Frederick, and dozens of other monks ate quickly, having learned that nutrition is more important than taste. Raain was almost finished when Griegg walked in, by the time he had his food and sat down, she was done eating.
 
"You got up early this morning," Raain said as Griegg sat.
 
"Wanted to try to get an early start with some of the books I found at the ruins in Agrannuroal, but they wouldn't let me in before breakfast," he said.
 
"I could have told you that," Raain knew it wouldn't be open before breakfast, she had lived at the sanctuary for nearly twenty years, never was the library open before breakfast.
 
"But you didn't."
 
"But you didn't ask. You just got out of bed and went, you didn't ask me last night, or nudge me this morning."
 
"Faire enough. So after breakfast shall the three of us go?"
 
"I wanna go to!" Arun said urgently. He'd wanted to come up to the sanctuary for the two years he'd been in Berryshire Town, this was his first time, he wanted to see the library that Raain and Griegg always talked about.
 
"You'll get to this afternoon," Raain said. "I want you to walk the grounds and meet the monks. We're going to be asking questions this morning, but this afternoon we'll be able to walk you around the inside."
 
Arun accepted this, but felt a little bit as if they didn't trust him. It's not like he knocked over every shelf in the Lodge's store on multiple occasions. And in many of the stores in town. Sometimes his abilities go a little unpredicted, he was getting better. Though, he remembered, he did send a loaf of bread flying across the bar room just a few days prior.
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