Juhanor - On top of Healer's

Juhanor awoke much later than he had planned to; apparently, the Cathay-raht was quite tired from all of the past day's events. Rubbing his eyes, Juhanor noticed another Khajiiti, still asleep beside him; it was Qanar, one of the men from the war-party. Must've wanted a safe place to stay... which is unsurprising, given the condition that two of our party members are in. I'll leave him to it, then. Juhanor jumped down from the roof of the healer's, landing in the alleyway with a small "whoomph!" Better check on Nee and the Imperial.

Juhanor trotted around the building to the entrance of the healer's; however, as he looked inside, no-one was there. "Must've already left," Juhanor thought aloud, "probably at the inn." The Cathay-raht loped down the street towards the inn; as he did so, however, his stomach began to growl fiercely. "So... hungry..." Juhanor muttered, "must... eat... sweetroll..." A nearby civilian, trying to mind his own business as he scratched furiously at his crotch, gave Juhanor a funny look as the Cathay-raht fell to the ground in the middle of the street. "Hey, you're that guy from yesterday, right? The one Nee-Wom harassed?" Juhanor asked, momentarily distracted from getting some food to eat, "uh, got a problem there?" The civilian gave Juhanor another strange look, then ran off down the street towards the healer's.

Rustling about in his pack, Juhanor quickly pulled out a wrapped sweetroll, and tore into its packaging with a fury akin to that of a man possessed. The thin paper covering soon gave way to Juhanor's mighty claws, and the Cathay-raht took a moment to revel in the delicious treat's sugary shine before biting into it. As he munched on the sweetroll, Juhanor spotted a few more of the party's members resting in another alleyway; this couple consisted of a Dagi and Breton. Juhanor slowed down, swallowed a hunk of sweetroll, and trotted over to them. "Hey, guys. How's it?" Juhanor asked before taking another bite out of his sweetroll.