For now, Alaedra just drops her pack on the chest. She's going to want to get into it soon enough. Her spiked chain she coils and loops over a bedpost, near the headboard. She drapes her cloak over the chair and tosses her belt with all it's tools and weapons onto the table. Then, with a sigh, she slips off her new black<em>slippers of flying</em>and wriggles her pretty black toes, as her feet are a little sore from all the climbing she did earlier. At least it's nice to be able to say that magical footwear is (almost) always comfortable.<br/><br/>Standing back up, Alaedra begins to peel off her clothes, holding them up to assess the damage done to them in that fight with the erinyes and her summoned bearded devils.<br/><br/>Finally, she begins to pile all of her gear into her haversack, everything but the spiked chain. This is just in case she is attacked in her room, so she only has to grab those two things.<br/><br/>Alaedra also sets out that pretty negligee and it's matching panties to wear after her bath, and then stretches out on the bed to wait for her bath to arrive.