The sound of caravans had roused the man from his sleep, not quite early in the morning, but early enough for him as he rolled over to face the carelessly open window, "Hmmm...mmmm..." Lashes fluttering as he saw red, the sunlight beaming down on his face, his petal lips pursed a moment...pulling the sheets of the soft bed off his his skin, Roose blinked his red-brown eyes a bit before staring at the open window again, dull expression on his face. It had been rather warm last night, so it had been stopped open...should have known better, should have shut it closed if he wanted more sleep in the morning.

Shaking his head wistfully, more of the covers were thrown off as he set his feet down on the hardwood floor, though the pull of bed and sleep whispered in the back of his mind, the long haired man willed himself up onto his feet. Bending down, the nice material of the trousers felt good in his hands, but he didn't dally and pulled them on the next moment. Reaching up and gathering his hair up in his hands, the glossy raven length of it was slung over his right shoulder as he padded over to the table set against the far wall.

A clean bowl, a pitcher of water from the other night, and a soft towel to the side...pouring some of the cool liquid into the bowl, it struck him how thirsty had become. Tipping his head back, a small bit of water was poured from the lip of the pitcher right to his awaiting mouth, nearly, "...hmm." Setting the water container back down, he brought the towel to the bowl, dipping it in and letting it soak up a good about of water. Squeezing out the access, the man known as Roosevelt got to work gently wiping his face, along his neck, and just around some of his chest. Two warm nights had left him feeling, well, grimy...as it stood, a visit to the bathhouse was in order...later.

Wringing the towel, it was set down next to the bowl as a he stood up again. Returning to his bed, he reached over to fully open the window, lashes fanning over half-lidded eyes as the sun shone through uninhibited, "Ah, I see the sun has come up to greet me!" Well, not quite, but...letting out a happy hum, his bottom planted down onto the covers, a hand was brought down along the side of his bed. Tapping, feeling for the wooden--"Ah hah..." His lute. Bringing it up in better lighting, he got to work tuning it, before playing something gently, humming to a melody that seemed a bit too foreign for this village.