She kept talking, but
he didn’t listen, only nodded each time he stopped hearing her voice. He didn’t
care. He was too tired.
The bathroom was a
small room with nothing more than a relatively big wooden tub and a table with
towels. He took off his sodden clothes, starting with his hood.
It uncovered long,
spiky, ears, sticking out slightly over his head. The elf slid into the hot
water and gave out a long sigh. He quickly got to scrubbing off the mud and
dirt that stuck to him during the journey.
The ordinary person
would enjoy the luxury of a hot bath by dozing off for a few minutes, but he
didn’t want to fall asleep and then wake up hours later with a cold.
He got out, opened his
bag and donned his spare shirt and breeches and noticed that his cloak went
missing. Though the blurry haze of his weary mind, he could barely remember the
sound of the door opening and closing. He assumed a maid came to wash it for
the extra payment he gave . That was one of the few things that went well for
him.
By the time he reached
his room, his now clean clothes were hung on a string through the middle of the
room. It may not have looked grand, but he appreciated that his privacy wasn’t
compromised – at worst, only one person saw his ears – and content with
himself, he laid down on the small and had bed.
He fell asleep before
he could think of anything that had happened to him.
