[IrishGreen]

The next morning Gaib was already up and dressed as best as he could be. He had even washed the elfs clothing. The glorious sent of the food he was cooking drifted through the small house and was locked in, for he didnt want any unwanted company. He hoped bacon and eggs were ok. Of course he didnt make anything for himself, he didnt have enough for himself aswell, so he just made the last bit of his food for the elf. He needed to go shopping, or look around in the woods a bit.

Ignoring his stomach he waited patiently by the bedroom door for a sign of when his guest would wake up.