Drake sat up in the bed and looked around the small room. The other two beds were empty and already made. The smell of cooked meat floated through the room. His stomach growled in response.
Stretching his arms, Drake yawned and then pulled himself out of the comfort of the soft bed. After washing up and preparing for his day, he quickly tidied his bed and then followed the smell of seasoned meat.
"Morning!" Drake greeted, pulling out a chair.
Chad placed a plate of meat and eggs in front of him. "We couldn't open the shutters. The bells would have woken you up."
Mike was stuffing his face with large chunks of cooked meat. Fat dripped down his face as he gulped down chunk after chunk, ignoring his eggs altogether. Chad sat between them, a cup of steaming tea in his hand, sighing deeply. If we get back home, we need to stock up on coffee, so if we end up here again, we'll have it."
