Ramza stirred slightly, sitting upright and stretching. Looking around, finding the armor he worse not far, along with his sword and shield. He then checked his surroundings, then popped a smile for Demyx and everyone.
Slowly standing up and walking over towards his equipment, pulling on the half plate over his head, and then going about securing the small round shield over his glove again. Lastly picking up the sword Ghoul and adjusting it onto the side of his belt.
"So... morning. What's the plan for breakfast? First things first, after all."
Looking around the room, the upstairs were blocked by rubble from the ceiling. The doors... well, one might be the kitchen... who knows what would be in there? Oh hey, it's that book, his nice copy of Myle's story, how did it start?
"Sunlight broke through the boards, cracked and weathered by age. Mosses and vines of various shades grew, twined around them. The air thick and moist. It was here I greeted the morning, taking my hand to my head, to make sure I was still there... Ah! I mean... "
Looking up at the room and scratching the back of his head.
Nial rolled over and made a noise that indicated he didn't want to be awake, curled up behind the bar counter because he didn't really want to be directly next to anyone. Also, he was hoping there might be some form of booze left. Turns out there wasn't a drop.
(( I should upload the bit of that book I got written, I uploaded a poem I made a while back... which Chay has been driven nuts by me mentioning it. XD
KUJJLES! *Tackle.*))