While he had caught up on his sleep, his stomach now needed attention and he could smell the scents of food wafting up into his room. Soron looked around, he did not remember coming into the room. He assumed they were now in Venecia but he hardly remembered rejoining the caravan, and he had only the faintest memory of Marin waking him and walking into the inn.Soron rose and headed downstairs; he found a few of the caravan members eating breakfast. He gladly joined them. “We have eggs and ham or oatmeal, what would you like?” Soron looked up at the voice. A cute little server was standing there, waiting for him to reply. Soron looked at the plates of his fellow travels and then looked at the girl sheepishly “better bring both.”The girl smiled and headed to the kitchen. Soron asked the men about Marin. Apparently Marin had already eaten left on business, he had left word that if Soron finally woke up to meet him for lunch at the small pub up the road. Soron frowned, “what did Marin mean by finally wake up?”
