F*cked around and found out
The hallway outside my room constantly carried sounds of adventurers walking up and down so the boots scraping near my door was nothing unusual. If this were a game qi sight would be the ultimate hack because I could see their crappy little cores hanging around outside my door.
It was mid afternoon and I managed to get a few hours shut eye, but I still felt like dog shit. Qi stamina would freshen a sore muscle and repair a tired body, but nothing replaced the need for sleep. With a sword in hand, half dressed and bare foot I pulled my door open and stepped back.
"Shit," one of them swore. They hadn't expected me to be on to their little game.
"Come out you coward," another said.
"I'm not the cockless simp hiding outside a door trying to get the drop on someone. You already have the numbers." With my left hand I grabbed a dagger from my harness that was bent over a chair.
"The Queen wants to see you. They won't touch you I promise."