Moonlight was casting a pale dew upon your room when you awoke, your unconscious mind stirring to reality by the bumps of many feet against the wooden floor and quiet words muffled by the distance coming from below.
'Just leave it, Erik. Go back to sleep." The part of you yearning for rest and dreams whispered in your head. A tempting offer, truly, but the rest of you disagreed completely: curiosity, the very same that had killed the cat, was now scrapping at your heart.
You move as silently as possible getting out of bed, and discarded the notion of changing clothes: you'd make to much noise doing so, and what you wore right now was adequate enough. Picking up your weapon from it's resting place, you slowly and quietly push your room door open, then closed, and creep towards the stairs leading to the inn's ground floor.
The staircase offered your ears a much better reception to the noises as you tiptoed down, steps steady and free hand firmly grasping the railing. It was two voices talking with each other, one your sure was the inn owner and other was definitely new to you, with some third unknowns chipping in every so often. The bumps seemed to have stopped entirely, but you the occasional creaks of the wooden floor as you draw nearer the bottom.
As the stairs end, you quickly nip into the shadow the wall provides against the ground floor's candle light and let your back gently touch it's form.
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