<em>Wow, a real bed with all the comforts. At least I should be able get a good nights rest, assuming Sigmund doesn't snore too much in his sleep.</em>Marks thought to himself as he redonned his chain mail. Sitting on the corner of  his temporary bed, the man puts on his gloves and boots; before rising to his feet once again. With that out of the way, he puts his helmet on and locks it in place. He then walks over the window and glances outward.