Leandar was awake, he had shot up this morning at dawn because today was the day. The day where his most recent and ridiculous dream was coming to fruition. Lirian and himself had been hard at work along with Zander, building the clubhouse for the past two months. He had been sleeping at one of his friend's houses near the forges. The wildcat cut his time in half, building the clubhouse and practicing his glass blowing. The craft had become a serious hobby, and Leandar was planning to write a song about it. Grabbing his feather cloak, he began his trek to the upper levels of Hallowmarl.