He started awake, and then rolled free, rolling his shoulder, and gave the demon a nod, before grabbing his things and limping toward the baths again. This time he loudly knocked before entering, and took another bath, feeling drained and empty, emotionally rather than physically. He ignored it, the only way he knew how to deal with it, and quickly cleaned up, draining the tub of the filthy water, before soaking in the second bath. He wished it was the one he had had in the main guildhouse, but moving that would have required a wagon, and for him to pay for it, so he had left it for the next killer.<br/><br/>He finished his soak, and toweled off before getting dressed, buckling his armor and weapons on, before heading to the kitchen to get something to eat. After that, assuming no one interrupted him, he headed out to the stables, and had the stable boy get the four horses ready, 3 with saddles, one with a pack, and the werewolves could walk beside them, as he doubted that horses would let them ride.