He slowly woke up from a dreamless sleep. The bed in the room had been devine. Maybe the whole image of the room the night before had been something he had *wished* for, Or *hoped* for. Because when he opened his eyes, he found himself in a normal small-town tavern bedroom. Probably been wishful thinking, and that made the tip he'd given the barmaid probably more than the room would cost in a year. But the money meant nothing to him. Nakur, the guy with the oranges, had also shown him a trick to do the same thing with gold from his pockets.<br/><br/>He washed his face in a bowl, he should probably shave as well. He wasn't one to have something of a beard, after a week or so having not shaved, it remained the same amount of grey hair on his chin. His kin had never been ones for growing hair. Not like others had been. He'd seen grown up men that could pass for apes, so much hair they had on their body. He was proud of his one chest-hair and he had killed the guy that had cut it off. Luckily it had grown back.<br/>He felt well rested, well refreshed and he got dressed. He put on a fresh, clean shirt, but for the rest he put on the same things as the night before. He knew there was folk to put underwear under their trousers, but he called that some kind of bullshit. Underwear, who'd have know that. As if normal leather trousers didn't cover the crotch-area, why on earth would one have need for more covering of that area. Everyone had it, it's not like it was unfamiliar or weird.<br/><br/>He put his cloak on as well, he'd never go anywhere without it, since it held a lot of the things he needed for his trickery, his magic. He knew that he had left some of his belongings in the room, but he placed some spells and wards on the room as he exited it. Then he walked down and headed to the bar. 'Is it time for breakfast yet'?