reason is not logical

The light crawled in through the windows. The dawn sun a lizard just waking and moving slowly because the blood is not yet warm. The earthen floor was packed hard as the bricks that made up the exterior walls of this Dwelling. The inside walls were wood, hand cut with an adze. Sanded and Painted with clear oil. To say the building was rough Would be to compare it to something other then it's current ocupents.

Most of the ocupents ignored the lizard sun, one rooled over and pulled a Dusty brown short brimmed hat over his face, Another kicked the warm blankets off but never woke. Most just let the land of dreams keep them in her pleasent bonds.

There was no furnature in the room, the kitchen held "the Dragon" An old wood cooking stove. All steel and iron with a dusting of cinders and ash. it did not yet glow for it was warm enough that it was only used for cooking.

Sitting infront of the window listening to the birds outside was a tight skinned fellow characterized by the scars on his forearms, Old calsoed over scars that made his skin look thicker there. He wore a blue and black shirt with rolled up sleaves. he was the only one awake in the room, and he seemed to enjoy it that way. of course other people would say Avery was not anti social he'd probly tell you otherwise. unless he wanted something then his tongue was smooth.

Of course until the lizard sun became higher in the sky he was content.