Dak steps out of his room and stretches, yawning widely, after getting up from his uncomfortable excuse for a bed. Then again, coming so late to the team again, he was probably lucky to even have a bed.
He is still bored, and considering killing something. And as the others had quickly learned, a bored Arnian is NOT a fun thing to have around. He fingers one of his throwing knives grumpily, his tail flicking back and forth in irritation. A bit of Epirean hunting ought to do him good. Perhaps Galder would like to join him.
Still stretching his tail, Dak prowls off to find Galder.