The morning light pierced through the cloudy skies. The morning air felt different to the slumbering man. It wasn’t chilly, but it felt soft and new to the lungs. Too different from the air of caves and forests, and the several ordeals. One might imagine after much travelling, one would lose their sense of smell. Hardly but possible, you might say. The morning light turned to an assassin, creeping into the room window and slipped into a hoodless man’s room.<br/><br/>He finally stirred from the bed, an old habit of travelling by day and finding a place to hide by night, and jumped from it, stretching his arms, his legs and working his back. That was a habit he didn’t feel shame in, then. Or even now. Glory couldn’t outprice your life, nor could meagre coin. His hand unconsciously runs through his long hair as the other scratches his side and drifts to his other arm. The arm he always kept bound in some strange-looking red paper bindings from above the elbow to the wrist. He could feel the occasional aching though this time made him think it time to get cleaned up. Though welcoming the cold water, Blake washed thoroughly, and cleaned himself up, and dressed in what old equipment he had.<br/><br/>It was mostly all he had, a black shirt, brown greaves and though his boots were part of this attire, his feet felt less cramped without them. He decided to give them a good cleaning as well as his sword. A shoddy setup, and the only thing of per se pristine condition would his three-tailed coat that always gave him a more uplifted feel. Like any day he wore it would be a good day. However, he folded it up and left that in his satchel as well.<br/><br/>At least an hour or more must have gone by as he headed downstairs.  By that time, Blake could not believe his eyes. It was like the flies drawn to the stench of rotting flesh. The entire place was filled with many faces, and many tenants than even he had expected in all the times he had ever been in an inn before. He had a scan of the place, and spotted him Magnus and his family at a table, and made his way over to them. “Mind if I join you all?”