The next morning, Roman's the first one up; pleased to see Virgil hadn't left in the night. When he shoves off the blankets, he's hit with a chill in the air, unusual for Waterdeep at this time of the year. Then something else caught his attention, 'Where was the glorious sunrise he woke up to every morning?' Roman quickly dresses himself, putting on his over layers, and amour. Something wasn't right; his paladin senses were tingling all over. Cautious as he walks over to the window Roman stood with his back to the wall, pushing the drapes aside ever so slightly. When he looks through the small space between the wall and drapes, he can't see anything; grey mist caresses the glass. Throwing the drapes wide open, it's like no sea mist he's ever seen before. From the other side of the room Virgil groans, rousing from his sleep, just barely awake. As Virgil rubs the sleep from his eyes, Roman shuts the drapes, holding them closed. "Roman, w-what are you doing over there?" Virgil asks, sounding confused. The half elf laughs awkwardly, helplessly trying to hide the fact that he was incredibly nervous; knowing that the situation outside would likely cause the anxious tiefling to go into a panicked state like last night. "Nothing, n-nothing's up, I wasn't doing anything. Everything's fine. We're fine. The tavern's fine. We are all fine." Romans words came out fast, and his pitch heightened to the point that Hunter squeaked back at him. Virgil tried to stay calm, but that's never been something he's good at. The concern on his face is as clear as day. Virgil gets out of bed, still fully dressed, he even kept his cloak on while he slept. "Roman, it's obvious that everything is not fine. If you can't bring yourself to tell me, then show me. You're hiding something." Virgil approaches the paladin, and Roman let's go of the drapes stepping aside for Virgil to open them at his own pace. Virgil peals the drapes open slowing; his stomach drops at the nothingness before him. He holds his staff closer, tighter; the feeling of his heart beating in his throat, he feels like he might pass out if he stares any longer. ". . . I- I don't understand where's the. . . Oh no." Before Roman can ask a door slams shut, "DURNAN!... DURNAN!" While Roman and Virgil were in the process of waking up and discovering whatever was happening outside; Patton, who was just down the hall from them had woken up, and gone down stares for a drink. He was expecting to find moody Durnan at the bar eating his breakfast, and when he found no one there, he made a B-line for Durnans' room. It was open, but empty. There was no sign of his boss anywhere. Logan's the Second one out of his room. Watching Patton inquisitively, until he eventually stops rushing around. "Patton." Logan calls down the hall. "Are you, okay?" The young man looks up at the wizard he had only met last night, and he shakes his head "no" finding it hard to cover up his sadness. "It's happening again." His sniff. Logan looks lost in the predicament he's in, clearly not good with emotions in general. "W-what's happening again?" he asks quietly, trying to understand Patton through his whimpering, and sobs. It's at this time Roman and Virgil emerge from their room, and Raindrop runs up to her master. She snuggles up to his face, warm and soft, his tears falling into her fur. Roman Kneels down at Patton's side. "It's alright, Patton." With Romans' comforting presence Patton's blubbering reduces to a weak snivelling noise as his tears continue to role down his face. "you wanna tell us what's wrong, buddy? You don't have to, it's okay." Roman consoled the young bard, rubbing his back softly. He sniffs again, rubs his eyes and cheeks with the back of his hand, so innocent and childlike. He shakenly inhales.