Things were quickly going from unsettling to downright creepy. Whoever ran the place didn't seem to be anywhere Peter could think to look, though everything looked clean and maintained. Figuring he'd already had a seat and eaten the porridge, the hunter went looking for some private rooms. If the place had any capabilities as an inn, it likely wouldn't prove too difficult for the seasoned tracker to find a bed or futon. After turning and adjusting his armor a few times, the Earth man fell into a restful midday nap.