Wakey, wakey...

Once it looked like both the Gnome and Halfling were going to be ok after the failed experiment in the dining room, Darvin looked around and noticed Beranhond had left. Darvin had seen the cleric talking to the maid so he asked her where the human had gotten off too.

"Oh, yes sir, he was tired so I showed him to his quarters." said the maid.

"Can you show me where that is, please? I have some business with him." Darvin asked. The pretty elven maid indicated that Darvin should follow her. As Darvin was about to walk out of the room he turned around and said, "Talathel come on." Talathel looked up and hastily followed Darvin out of the room.

"Where are we going?" Talathel asked quizically.

"Don't you want to find out what's in that box? We're going to find the Cleric." The maid stopped in front of a door and told them he was in there. The two friends entered slowly and saw the human asleep with his mouth open and a puddle of drool on his pillow. Without saying a word, Darvin picked up a pillow from the neighboring bed, reared back and swung.

WAAAAAAP! The pillow hit Beranhond dead in the face. The cleric sat bolt upright amid a flurry of goose down and laughter...