All things considered he was delighted by the acceptance of his winnings. Even if he wasn't fully aware that he'd been bamboozled into false pretenses of one<em>'free'</em>stay within the Treasure Tavern. Water under the bridge if it had crossed his mind. "Thank you kindly." Farren said giving a smile from the corner of his mouth as it felt he'd gotten over once again, and would be resting free of charge. He'd of asked if that went along with the other two idiots who were with them, but they had to pave their own way as he had himself. The smell of well prepared food beckoned him, yet he needed to settle in to his room for the night. With key in hand he went up toward his room taking in the putrid smell of debaucherous. and raunchy acts of nights past mixed along with rotten wood long needed for repair.<br/><br/>Why was he so surprised when the entirety of this village was crap? The bed looked as if it had bore witness to enough shameful nights of lonely men who bought prostitutes to fill the void which was their lives. He swore if he looked at the sheets of the bed he could make out the outlines of a body surrounded by white.<em>'Ew...'</em>turning his face in disgust as he knew that sleeping on this nasty looked less appealing then sleeping on the floor. The young man yanked the sheets from the bed along with the pillow and tossed it to the floor leaving the bed bare. It did not make it any less clean then it had once before, but it was better then laying on them.<br/><br/>"Better then nothing I suppose." Running his hand through ebony dreadlocks as his eyes grew weary. He'd use his messenger bag as a pillow as he lay on the bed with dark thoughts of what to do when he awoke. Lymsa's Cove would remember his name before he left. What he needed was a bottle of ale, a rag, and torch to see this place off. A light chuckle came from him as he drifted off to sleep, yet still half awake in case someone was bold enough to barge their way into his room.