Alaric leaned over his sink, splashing cold water over his face. He shook his head, his hair whipping water across the room. With a gentle breath, he stood up straight and grabbed his shirt, walking towards his bed. He quickly got dressed and grabbed his bag. He slung it over his shoulder and stretched.
His only day had been exhausted, so he wasn't going to be staying here any longer. Sure, he had a small amount of money his mother gave him, since she knew he'd have to stop at some nearby town to rest… but he'd rather not do that here, not now. After all, he still had months to go, spending his money a week-in didn't sound ideal. He whistled and Sky was instantly at his side as he opened the door and stepped out.
He moved downstairs and walked through the mostly empty inn, with the exception of a feeling of early drinkers… Once he left, he climbed onto Sky and the two soared through the area.
