tuesday, 1 PM

[ there were a few things that morrigan was curious about, and there was one person in particular that she felt could answer at least a couple of them. as the day trudged on, minutes passing like sap from a ironwood tree, morrigan waits. and waits. she waits until she sees people file out of the hotel for the day, who, despite the cold, seek something to do to occupy themselves, so they won't go stir crazy and do something they may later regret.

she hadn't seen break that day, so she had hoped he would be in his room — she had no guarantee she would find him there, but now was a fine time to see. she folds the playing cards she'd been idly flipping to pass the time, quietly slipping from the kitchen to the stairwell. the coast seemed clear for now — easy enough — and, reaching break's room, she knocks firmly. she says nothing, on the off chance he isn't in — she didn't want to alert anyone to her trying to get into contact with him. ]