Head for the inn to prepare for tomorrow

With the day’s events concluded, you head for the inn to get a room. A blast of warm air hits you as you enter the Bronze Bodice. Judging by the man on stage in the middle of the room, tonight’s main act is slam poetry. You listen for a bit before cringing and heading off.

Poor guy is gettin’ murdered up there. Not sure poetry is his scene.

Flashing a handful of gold coins, you get a room from Sasha the bar maiden and head up to settle in for the night. Shutting the door, you eagerly slip out of all your clothes and snuggle into bed naked.

It’s a rare luxury I get to sleep nude nowadays. Usually too cold to, if I end up sleepin’ outside.

You fall asleep quickly as you eagerly await what tomorrow will bring.