12. Foundry Tavern:

[E.S.S.A.C.C.U.S-10]

At the first signs of dawn, E.S.S.A.C.U.S-10 stands from his cross-legged meditive pose, and begins a series of streches that gracefully flow into each other and gradualy become like a rapid dance including kicks and punches at invisible targets only E.S.S.A.C.U.S-10 can see. After 30 minutes he stops and then when the breakfast is ready he quitely takes a cup of milk, with a small portion of Frumenty, cheese, bread and venison, which he eats almost silently, before rolling up his bedroll and affixing it to the top of his backpack. He then move close to the door and waits.