Oreron Hall
If Oreron was one thing, he was a heavy sleeper when he had a place to sleep safely. He didn't feel the kick nor did he hear faith when she addressed him. However, he was already at the point of waking. There was slight growl from the sleeping form before moving around. He tapped his nails on the floor and lifted himself off the ground into a sitting position, letting his hair drape over his face and hiding his scar. He sat there for a bit, shaking and making cracking noises as if he were stretching in place. Soon, he stood and followed. Standing fulling for the first time in months at around 6'5" and unrecognizable to those who had only seen him in his suit.
He didn't say anything, only grabbing his things and compacted armor and gave a glance at faith before heading outside. He wasn't that used to people being around him, especially this many and soon took a seat outside the door. Opting not to put on his armor right away. Only listen to those around him to get his bearings again.
((I HAVE RETURNED!!!!))