Draiss noted the poverty, and did a bit, begging children getting small hand outs of time faded copper coins, but knew that only time would help here. That and not having another major battle or, worse, war. The room was one of the middle quality inns, which actually meant it had been just barely in the upper crust before the war, so the quality was a bit more than anticipated for the price, but the food was good and the ale bitter, so he had few complaints. He had no intentions of doing anything before tomorrow, and settled into his room, meditating the night away, getting in synch with Ulden's wizarding powers, and learning how to use them.<br/><br/>The next morning, he was out of his room early, and wandered around town, making his way to the 'hero's' estate, a likely tourist attraction if the times had been better, but most of the people that weren't local and went begging for money probably made at least one trip by it. He had his hood down, and while what he was doing was likely stupid, it wasn't like he could get killed with just a basic cross bow bolt or something similar. At worst, Icyn would run, and 'Ulden' would hunt him down later. He was keeping an ear to the threads of fate, making sure he wasn't screwing things around too much, but he had given his word, and this was no exception.