He must have fallen back asleep, without realising, for when he heard the happy chirp of a bluebird outside his window, he woke. The book he had been reading had fallen on the floor. It took him a few moments to gather his whereabouts. It had been the craziest of nights, one to quickly forget. He didn't know how any of the others had faired, not that he cared for most of them. No, upon waking up, his first concern was Abia. He tried listening if he heard sounds coming from downstairs. Actually listening, not reaching out with his senses.<br/><br/>There had been too much magic and other trickery in and around the tavern for him to start the day with more tricks. Today, he wondered what day of the week they would call it, he was going to be a normal human being. Or at least try that. He stood up and walked towards a bowl with water. It had been cold when Abia had prepared the room, but during the night it had warmed a little. He washed his face, ruffled through his hair. To his surprise, there was a small door inside the room, with a privvy, where he relieved himself.  He put on his cloak, for when he had come back up after the unfortunate incident during the night, he had not taken his clothes off.<br/><br/>He softly opened the door and placed a few simple wards on his belongings, not on the room, just on his own personals, again looking around the room to check if he had forgotten something. Nodded satisfied and walked out of the door, closing it behind him. Then he went downstairs and only then he heard sounds coming from the kitchen. He stood near the bar and waited for whomever was in the kitchen to come out.