Janus pushed open the door to the inn with his good hand, and the door flung open as a result of the wind blowing towards it. He had to use quite a good deal of force to get it closed again, but he had finally escaped the raging winds.<br/><br/>"Alistair? Innkeeper? The job's done and finished!" he shouted throughout the house. He'd entered just in time to hear Alistair quietly begin his story around the corner in Roweena's room. He couldn't find it in him to laugh though, as the pain was still searing in his arm. Janus didn't intend to tell the others about his incident. He'd barely recovered from his exhausting journey through the desert, and to reveal his injury now would just make him seem like a burden. Luckily, it was his left and that had taken the brunt of the force, meaning he could still write if needed. He tried his best to act as normal as possible and walked across the room. The door to the innkeeper's room opened with a creak.<br/><br/>Alistair was reading to a seemingly unconscious Roweena. Not intending to interrupt Alistair or wake Roweena if she was asleep, Janus simply nodded and closed the door again. He headed to his room to try and fall asleep.