Erik awoke to the sounds and smells of the morning in his home. His mammet was laying out his uniform as he sat up, stretching as he whiffed the smell of bread baking and sausages, bacon, and eggs cooking. He stood, nonchalant about his lack of clothes before the clockwork man. Dressing quickly he turned to Montblanc, "Does Tellah know we have a guest for breakfast?" The mammet nodded as he dragged his owner's sword to him. Erik placed it in his sheath, "Good, now then..." he stepped out of his room and knocked on the guest room door, "Miss, are you awake?"
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