He chuckled at the irony. "I wasn't always the early riser." He shrugged off the memory. That was a story for another day. "Never mind. Either should be fine." He sat in one of the chairs that Naavos set out, then waited for Des to walk in. Surely enough, Des came in a few seconds later. "What did I miss?" Norr looked at Des, noticing the cluttered mess Des was in. His shoes were unlaced, shirt covered in wrinkles and hair still ruined from sleep. "I'm sure you didn't miss anything, Des. You might want to get ready first, though. I doubt that looks professional here either." Des looked up and down his wardrobe and corrected the faults, even tucking in his shirt. He then took another of the seats. "That sounds like a good idea, Navvos," he said, scooting the seat in.
They enjoyed the breakfast, thanking him for the meal. "What should I know about this town?" Des was curious about this land they've barely interacted with.