Frederick hobbled down the stairs, wincing at the stabs of pain that seemed to sprout from his entire body. His entire upper body was tightly bound in wraps He had barely escaped his pursuer, the inn somehow repelling the demon. Currently, the half-rlf was shirtless, clad in only his bandages, pants and belt. Fredrick stopped on the threshold of the stairs as he felt a lance of pain sear into his head, and brought his hand up to his head. Shaking his head, the half-elf continued his slow approach to the bar, stumbling slightly as he reached his destination. Leaning on the bar, he gazed listlessly at the wall in front of him, unaware of the world around him.