The cock crows as soon as the sun rises. Septus wakes up from the sound but remembers what he said last night. One more hour in this lovely bed. He turns around on his side and falls asleep once more.

Exactly one hour later Septus opens his eyes again, this time fully aware he needs to get out. He steps out of the bed, stretching his arms and yawning. Last night he tucked his armor and clothing neatly in the cupboard. With luck, it was still there too. Shaking his head at the thought he walks to the cupboard, opens it up and looks relieved to still find all his stuff there. These backwater taverns were notorious for shady owners. Some even had the gut to steal from a most holy inquisitor!

He quickly puts on his black tunic and over that his leather jacket. Strapping the shoulder guards on was always a pain to do alone, but he hated to ask the help of Rickard for something that trivial. After some time, with the help of a mirror and some slender movements he finally manages to attach them properly. He swings his sword belt over his back and puts Ultis in the scabbard. Not forgetting his parry dagger and his belt he finally finishes with pinning the Inquisitorial Seal on his chest. He looks in the mirror with some sort of smile before his hand goes to his left ear. Or at least where it used to be... One of the few visible battle scars he had. His smile turns into a frown as he picks up last thing in the cupboard. A wooden ear that could be cleverly attached to his head with some very small hooks. He attaches the ear, looks in the mirror once more... but the frown remains.

Fully dressed, Septus makes his way downstairs. The common room is filled with a couple of patrons who are enjoying their breakfast, or just chatting. Septus walks up to the bartender, asks for a breakfast of some eggs and bread and sits down at one of the tables, taking out a small journal. He also takes a small ink bottle and a feather pen out of one of his pouches. He dips the feather in the ink and starts to write in the journal.