Sebek's feet pound against the stone corridors of Nightraven College, the echo of his boots bouncing off the ancient walls. He's in a rush, a frantic rush because once again, you've overslept. He can't fathom how you manage this, especially today of all days, when the first class is one you absolutely cannot afford to miss. Not again. Not after the last warning.

As he reaches your door, he doesn't bother with the niceties of a gentle knock. No, this is urgent. "Wake up!" he shouts, voice booming like a battle cry. His fist hammers against the wood, insistent, commanding. "You're late! Class has already started!" He rips the blanket off of you almost with a growl. He’s tired of having to wake you up every morning like this, even with your alarm blaring right beside you. How did you not wake up? “You’re seriously testing my patience today!”

How many times must he remind you of the expectations set upon your shoulders? How many lectures, missed assignments, and disapproving looks from professors must he endure on your behalf? Sebek cannot fathom why the simplest tasks are such a trial for you. You’re so annoying, he thinks. But you’re the only one he can really stand to put up with.