Triquin after a long time stretched into an unfamiliar position, wakes up from sleep.
"What is going on here," he said confused by the unfamiliar state of a four post bed with the very tops of the bed moving.
Triquin hears another surprise thing. The twang of swords at play. This must stop, the instincts murmur as they are a little closer than his liking, and his own slumber contributing to confusion.
"Who comes here?" Triquin said looking around, and the swordplay in another room, making enough racket to disjoint his sleep.