You awaken to the smell of bacon and fresh baked bread. You feel surprisingly well rested and although a bit shaken at your surroundings at first you remember where you are after shaking the sleep loose from your head. You realize that you are on a makeshift mattress of blankets and a woolen pillow. From your position you can see Dolastyr humming quietly as she stands back inspecting something from the far side of the room.
Laid out near you is your leathers and they gleam brightly in the low candle light. They glisten with oils and polish, the dust and grime buffed away. You don't remember them ever looking so nice before. You can smell the faint hint of the mink oil now that you think about it.
Dolastyr appears to be gauging some unseen item that is behind a table. At your stirring she glances over at you and laughs a bit.
"Good morning, I had feared you might sleep for two full days. I hope you are not offended, but I took the honor of finishing your leathers and polishing your equipment. Your shield needed some work though, I have just finished so it will require some time to dry properly," as she realized exactly how much work she had actually done.
"I have some bacon and cider here for you," as she went for a plate.