Rirrym thanked his new friend and yawned, giving a stretch. "The idea of heading back to bed doesn't sound half bad.." he said, hobbling back to the chair and trying to make himself comfortable again.
Unfortunately, the recent events had woken him up too firmly to allow him to so easily fall back into slumber. He tossed and turned in the chair for an hour or so before giving up and heaving himself up from the chair to go and look out the window. From there, he could see the stables where his horse was hopefully having a better night's sleep than he was. He also had a view of the winding dirt path that went by the Inn, and kneeled there watching as people came and left the Inn. 'This place never sleeps,' he thought to himself.
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