Orrel slowly opened his eyes hearing the sound of the city waking with him as a slight breeze caressed the back of his neck providing him with that last little push needed to wake up. He sat up and stretched his muscular arms before standing on the cool floor. He walked over the the chair where he had laid out his clothes the night before and slipped on his pants then his tunic and vest. He then sat in the chair and slipped on his boots before taking a deep breath and focusing for a moment. He stood and turned to the table where his belt, sword, dagger, and pouch were. He placed on his belt sheathed his sword and knife. He placed the strap to his pouch across his left shoulder so that it hung at his right side. "I must find some work today. Inn bills do not pay them selves." He said to himself as he walked to the door. As he opened the door he looked over his shoulder to make sure he had everything. He headed out of the Inn and began to walk to the pub one of two places a guy like him could look for work. It never seemed to matter the time of day almost always in almost every town at some point there would be people in a pub looking for a guy like Orrel.