He nodded, and then stood up, knowing the cats were awake. "Gonna head outside, scream if you need me."<br/><br/>He headed out to the back courtyard area, and began doing some light stretches, intent on actually practicing some martial arts while he waited. He didn't want to be rusty if he had to use them. The style was entirely his own, a bit of judo, a touch of karate, a fair dose of aikido, and a smidgeon of taekwondo. It wasn't completely unique, as it was all lumped together like that as street-fighting, but it would keep him alive if he got attacked without a weapon nearby. Of course, he also practiced the 'anything is a weapon and goes' school of thought in combat, so not likely, but never hurt to be prepared. He would start slow, and work his way up to half speed, since he was going to be actually fighting within a couple days if everything went well. He doubted it would be useful against a dragon, but it might bring minions along.<br/><br/>He worked for nearly three hours, before finally stopping, having been fighting in his full armor during that time, and had to stop for breaks more often than he should, both the extra weight and the lack of regular, recent practice having slowed him considerably. Still, he figured he was de-rusted by now, and did some cool off stretches and exercises before drying off and heading back into the inn, and pounding on Meridia's door. "Caiaphas. Would you like a day to work on that spell some more, or should I still be ready to go?"