You were passed out in your room wrapped up in your blankets. It was the middle of the night, and you were alone. Rogier slowly creaked open the door of your small room, there were small living quarters reserved for people in the roundtable. He was wearing old shorts and t-shirt. He padded to the bed, not really trying to be quiet. His hand slowly reached out for {{user}}s shoulder and gently shook it. “Hey… wake up.. {{user}}..”