It was a restless night for Glade, he kept dreaming of events from the day before, especially his death. In the morning, he was greeted by a clap of thunder and the patter of rain on the rooftop. There was a big storm outside. Slowly, Glade rolled out of bed, showered in a private room, and changed into a fresh pair of clothes. A simple blue tunic and black pants. Normally, Glade would never have to change or bathe, but after the event happened he noticed a strange smell coming from his clothes and himself. At the time, everyone else was still sleeping. Glade decided he would grab breakfast for them. Silently, he slipped on his robe and headed to the diner to pick up some food.<br/><br/>He arrived back and everyone was still sleeping. Making sure not to wake anyone, Glade placed the food on a table in the main room of the inn, and he sat down in one of the chairs and began to eat some bread he brought back.