Shay actually wished the innkeepers had given her reason to actively dislike them beyond overcharging her for lodging. Because that was<em>a lot</em>of money to pass up. She told herself that she would make it up later that week. Shay would secure the lock on the trapdoor before making her way back to the stairs. With a clear path and only an oblivious guard behind the receptionist counter in her way, Shay slipped back up to her room on the third floor of the inn like a phantom.<br/><br/>Once in the room, Shay would carefully pull her shoes off to briefly examine the damage done. She had some bandages in her bag that she could use to dress the wound. Even though the bleeding stopped there was no reason to leave the wound naked. Once that was taken care of, Shay would slip back into bed with the bard who she hoped was still asleep.<br/><br/>Shay's plan after breakfast was clear in her mind: taking a look at the Ducal Estates.