Stirring from her sleep, Marisa slowly opened her eyes to stare into the wooden ceiling of her room. She had woken up just before dawn as usual; her biological clock rarely failed unless she wanted it to, no matter how little or much sleep she had gotten. She sat up and leaned on her elbows. The small room seemed only to be getting smaller. She gritted her teeth and wasn't sure where the frustration came from, but surmised it might have to do with her lack of success the past years. Dismally, she undressed, took a cold bath, redressed and started her morning exercises before getting into her uncomfortable plate armour suit.
As she exited her room and walked down the stairs, her melancholy slowly started turning into anger as it always did. It was her way of avoiding a depressive state of mind. Luckily, she wasn't the kind of person to let it out on others, and she actually enjoyed being angry. It motivated her; gave her confidence and strength. This was not something she had learned as a Paladin, but simply how she always had been. With a grin, she nodded to Reggie as she passed by him at the bar counter.
"Breakfast for two brave warriors, barkeep!" She roared as she slapped Reggie on the back roughly enough to topple an orc.
Presented with some food, she sat down at a table and started looking for able people to bring for their task.