Swamped

Really, your room as a whole feels too stifling right now. Curfew or no curfew, you can't stay here.

You slip out of your room quietly, and make your way through the halls. Luckily, no one's all that serious about enforcing curfew here; it's not that hard to avoid the gaze of the few knights patrolling the hallways.

Besides, it's not that far to the mail room. You climb up the ladder, as quietly as you can. You know the perfect place to sit down and relax in here, among the cawing of the crows.

Of course, it seems you're not the only one. As you reach the top of the ladder, you see Captain Long sitting down in your favorite spot, a smile on his face.

"I believe you're aware that it's a half-hour past curfew," he says to you. He doesn't seem upset at all, he just states it as a matter of fact.

You're really not sure how you should respond.