It'd been late, around one in the morning, but you found yourself struck awake—couldn't fall back to sleep. You kick yourself out of bed to find the prospector walking out of his room, maybe he could chat. Maybe he couldn't rest either.

"...You too?" His voice illuminates the hallway as he tries to keep his tone down, though, it's hard when he wheezes behind his voice.

"Cards?" A giddy look captures along your face albeit—tired. Norton just looks over and huffs, before a soft cough leaves him. He covers his mouth and whispers, "Now—it's late...No."

"C'mon, it's just cards, I ain't asking for laps around the manor..." Norton only reacts by walking past, another cough rippling through the air as he shuffles toward the dining room. For a moment I thought he'd agreed...we normally play in the dining room, but he turns to me again. His husk voice much less hushed as it was in the hallway.

"Get the hell away from me!"