<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff0000">Ceej headed torwards an inn nearby the entrance that could support his rather cheap needs, which turned out to be more like mats of bedding in small shacks. With his door closed and the hammer book stave next to his mat, Conahoy Jackson lays down on the bedding, feeling it poke through his robes as he tries to sleep, his eyes not even close to being heavy though his body urging for rest. "Come on... go to sleep already..." he says to himself, his legs tingling as if he was just running twice as fast for an hour straight.<br/>
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A few minutes after resting, he checks his money pouch which he keeps around his neck and under his heavy robes, seeing that he only has a few gold coins with a pair of coppers leftover from paying for the room. He holds up one of the copper coins and feels it stiffen against his fingers when it gets tired. "Huh?" he asks himself as he noticed a flash along the green strip of ink on his arm, letting go of the copper piece to see it slowly slide down in the air. "... well this just might get worse..." he says to himself before catching the coin a minute later, feeling whatever caused it to slow down suddenly fade off.</span>