[Apologies, Xenk. Gale is very much a late-night sort of academic— and while the paladin's offer is very kind, the only response he gets is something like a grumble of assent as sleep drags the wizard back under.
When he knocks again an hour later, there's a shuffling of feet on the other side of the door, a marked improvement from his first attempt. This time, the door opens, but Gale doesn't necessarily look awake— he's upright, but that's about it, wearing only the cotton breeches he'd put on to sleep in and looking rather rumpled, his hair untamed.
He squints for a moment through the partially open door, then glances at the clock.]
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When he knocks again an hour later, there's a shuffling of feet on the other side of the door, a marked improvement from his first attempt. This time, the door opens, but Gale doesn't necessarily look awake— he's upright, but that's about it, wearing only the cotton breeches he'd put on to sleep in and looking rather rumpled, his hair untamed.
He squints for a moment through the partially open door, then glances at the clock.]
... an hour, exactly. You're very punctual.