Cael paused on the stairs for a moment, looking around. Another patron brushed by him, giving him an odd look on his way down to the common room. He looked around - there had been a voice, he thought, but now he wasn't so sure, not after the way that man had looked at him. He continued to his room for the night and was pleased to find a fire burning. He arranged his room slightly so he could spread his wet things out to dry and changed into warm, dry clothes. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about the state of his boots, so he stepped back into them with a grimace.<br/><br/>He sat on his bed to ponder what he had thought he heard. It had been... odd was not quite a strong enough word for it, but it was the best he could come up with. What meaning did the sound have, if any?<br/><br/>Sighing, he ran a comb through his hair and pulled it back out of his face, catching the strands with a folded bandanna and releasing the ponytail once more. He figured by now that enough time had passed that the song the bard had been playing was mostly over (or at least the parts that rang up memories of his unpleasant childhood), and decided to return to the tavern and... mingle... with the other patrons. Maybe he'd hear some interesting rumors that would give him a new quest to pursue.<br/><br/>Times like this, he really wished he had someone to talk to on these long nights, rather than sitting and listening at the bar. He felt like such an outsider...