He had slept in worse holes in his life and wasn’t particularly averse to sleeping in a few more. He let out a long deep sigh and hit his face while reaching for his hat. He groaned, wiped it off, and threw it away. Not as if he’d have to look far for it come morning in a place this small. He unclasped his cloak and let it fall. Next up was the belt which he deftly unclasped with practised ease and dropped it, sword and all, and that was it. He closed the door to keep the night’s snowstorm behind him right where it belonged. Strange, it had been so calm when he left the tavern, then the heavens just opened up. It wasn’t scheduled either. Maybe Gethrenia’s weather company was just fumbling the job.