~Dawnstar Sanctuary~ His eyes fluttered open at the sound of commotion within the walls of the Dawnstar sanctuary, only to be greeted by a soft green light shining in his eyes through the stained glass window beside his bed. J'vaarr slept on a comfortable bed, one of few inside the sanctuary, other beds were usually made up of layers of skinned animals who's pelt were hand tanned. Being the leader of the Dark Brotherhood had it's perks, one being the aforementioned bed. From under the fluffy feather filled comforter, J'vaarr's furry legs peeked out into the cold, brisk air in his personal sleeping area. He forced himself up from his bed, assuming a slouched sitting position. J'vaarr's ears twitched slightly as he heard the faint voices of his fellows killers, clanging of tankards and silver ware, even the muffled sound of a blade sliding across one of the practice dummies. The previous night was much like this morning...Noisy. J'vaarr let out a deep sigh and accepted what was to come upon walking out of his room. J'vaarr went through his routine. A quick brush of his fur and suiting up in the Brotherhood's signature armour. He rose his two thin looking arms above his head and stretched his muscles, the hair on his back hackled ever so slightly with his stretch. J'vaarr's legs move sloppily in front of him, making his way to the wooden door that separated his private quarters from the noise. "You're all up so early..." J'vaarr mumbled shortly after pushing open the wooden door. "It wouldn't hurt to give the sun some time to rise." He added, wiping some gunk from the corner of his eyes.