<strong>Lymsa's Cove<br/>City Gates<br/>Tag: Madison, Aria.</strong><br/><br/>It was amazing to describe how well Ry had managed to sleep after having filled up on booze and food last night, but he almost wanted to kill himself when he woke up in the morning. In his head, Ry told himself that he was woken up by rays of light striking his face in a nice room, but the stench and his rolling stomach was what forced him up. With his stomach empty and throat feeling like fire, Ry had stumbled out of the building as silently as possible with a makeshift bag he had made by striping one of the pillows of its cases. Beggars couldn't be choosers, and he only planned on having it until he could find himself an actual bag.<br/><br/>When he had reached the main floor, Ry noticed a man passed out on the floor. A small pouch of metal currency and rocks hangs from his hip, connected to his pants by a thin string. Naturally Ry liberated the pouch from the man and hefted it in his hand with a smirk, and could almost laugh since the man was so out of it that Ry probably could have taken his clothes too. Ry took the time to wash his mouth out with some ale before leaving, since the owner - who was used to this shit most likely, making him nose blind to the retched establishment - was completely passed out. All he wanted to do now was put as much distance between himself and that inn as possible, and the sooner they left the better. He tossed the key ring he had found on the ground into the nearest water trough he could, hoping that it wouldn't kill any beast that tried drinking it from whatever diseases that it possessed.<br/><br/>Even though he had only been in the town for less than a day, Ry couldn't help but shudder at how alien it felt compared to the day before. The shitty merchant he had dealt with the day  before was gone, and the skeleton crew that worked the docks was a fraction of the people he had bumped elbows with yesterday. It kept him on guard with his senses ramped all the way up, since the empty streets made him feel like a giant target was painted on his back. Thankfully he had made it to the gates with little trouble - save a cat that knocked over a trash bin that almost made him jump out of his skin - and was relieved to see that part of the 'party' was already assembled there. Thankfully for Ry, after having risen early and had some time to get his blood flowing, he was more or less awake by the time he reached them. A stifled yawn left him however, but that was normal for him after a nights rest.<br/><br/><strong>"Mornin,"</strong>Ry announced as he reached them. He wasn't even ready to considered today good by any measure, since a good morning would imply that he was enjoying it, but at least he had made away with from extra cash from the man he stole from at the tavern. He spat in an attempt of getting rid of the foul taste that lingered in his mouth, but it did little to help. So naturally Ry sighed. He couldn't even say that he was happy to say he saw Aria again, but he patted one of her friends on the head as he joined them. He thought of checking his map again today, since last night couldn't have been a dream, but he was having doubts now since a peek this morning had yielded nothing as well. Adjusting the bag on his shoulder, Ry grimaced at the pillow case and wondered if he should have dunked it in the trough as well.<strong>"So we ready to go?"</strong>he asked somewhat conversationally.