To Janus' relief, the rain hadn't started, so the job would be much less perilous. The wind was at his back, pushing him as he hurried to the tool shed. He was careful not to let go of the rope, in fear that it would blow away. Janus had never seen wind so strong. A particularly strong gust tripped him up a bit as he soared forward. Finally making it to the shed, Janus couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt when he saw the bag of firewood still behind it. He'd pick them back up when the wind subsided. The wind threw the door open when he turned the knob. Janus struggled to close it again so as to keep all of the shed's contents contained.<br/><br/>Managing to close the door, he figured he would imitate Alistair's method of climbing the inn. He grabbed a stack of shutters from the corner, a hammer, and a bag of nails. It was difficult for him to carry all of this at once, but Janus did so nonetheless. He made his way back to the inn, trudging his way along. When he reached the inn, he noticed the two shadows in one of the windows. The other shadow must have been the doctor, as Roweena was in no condition to stand. He might as well secure that window first, since that was where everyone was occupied. Since Roweena's room was on the first floor, there was no need for the rope yet. He took the frame of the shudders and approached the window. It seems the doctor really was there. Trying to lighten the mood, he knocked on the window and smiled.<br/><br/>"Hey!" He doubted that they heard him over the wind.