He waited until he was actually inside the ceiling door and the short stairs downward into the loft before letting out a long, exhausted yawn. He untied the armoured shoes with his mouth, pulling loose the leather bindings and all but kicked them off, hitting the far wall when he got down to the last stair. The rest of his armour came off in similar manner, loosening his helmet, shaking it off, letting it slip off his head. Detaching the peytral, he let it hit the floor as the rest of the barding fell away with it. He shook off the armoured hauberk and allowed everything to fall where they damn well may.