As the light entered Sigrun's eyes once more, her sight was greeted by an angered Zel. Again, not that his face was any different but it was clear his tone of voice was annoyed. Mentioning something about bags and whatnot. It was strange, one moment she was outside, talking to Zel, the next she was inside the inn being scolded. Did she enter some sort of time warp? Did the reality of space and time bend it self and abridge Sigrun's life by an hour or two?<br/>"Yep, that sounds like me alright!" said the drunken man mistakenly accused of voyeuring.<br/>The it seemed like the entire bar, with the exception of the dumbfounded Sigrun of course, starred daggers at the large obese drunkard. Shortly thereafter, the other more angered residents of the inn began to push the large man out of the door, cursing him and threatening to call the authorities. Sigrun was heavily confused at what just occured, and has no knowledge of what the man did to be pushed out so. She doesn't even know why she was reprimanded by Zel earlier. Speaking of which, did he even find Larea? It was better to leave this questions for a later time, now maybe she will be able to get some sleep. She proceeded to head up the stairs, and wondered if she even had an inn room or not. It felt like too much effort to check which was her's, and decided it was best to just lie down where she was and sleep. So it was, her body plopped onto the floor, clogging the hallway and blocking access to the stairs below, as she drifted into slumber.