All Gwenna could think was how tired she was and that sleep in a bed would make her a new person. I've been at the northern border so long, I almost forgot what it felt like to be further south, she thought to herself as she moved slowly down the hall on the lower levels of the barracks.

Stopping in front of her door, she looked up at the ratty piece of would that held her name and sighed deeply. Home. She paused a moment and lifted her head, listening for the noises of others and was interested at the near total silence of the building. It was normally *never* that quiet.

Shaking her head and keeping in mind to think about that later, Gwenna opened the door to her quarters and left the door open as she tossed her saddle bags onto the floor beside her bed. Moving to the window, she punched the bottom lightly and with a pop the stale air in the room began to evaporate.

Sliding a bag over to the desk, she pulled out a dirty handkerchief and wiped down her small desk of dust that had built up from no use. She couldn't just stop at the desk, however, as she began to wipe down the bookshelf full of books beside it.

"I really need to clean more often. This is ridiculous." Shaking her head, she slid the chair out and put the saddle bag into it, before remembering her privy needed airing out.