Ajax awoke in a good mood. He'd had his fill, he'd slept under a roof and in a decent bed for the first time in a good long while and he slept long and undisturbed by angry locals, assasination attempts, assorted emergencies or any other pain in the ass that required a solid fist to fix. It was a welcome change of pace for him. There was still the matter of his clothes, but a quick look at the available coverings for the bed gave him a suitable piece of cloth, nice and tough, that he could fashion into the type of robe he enjoyed wearing. Or rather, that he could have someone else tailor into a robe for him.

And that was how Ajax spent his own early morning. Jumping out the window of the establishment with a ball of cloth under his arm, looking for the nearest tailor in town and "convincing" him to create the outfit. It wasn't hard. It was early, the man wasn't expecting business till at least the next few hours and he was scared witless by the scarred giant offering physical labor in return for an outfit that seemed more fitting of a harlot than a warrior. Hoping to not offend Ajax in some way, the tailor did the quick and easy work in return for the cutting and hauling of plenty of lumber to spare himself an afternoon's labor.

And so the door of the inn slammed open from a not gentle but certainly contained shove, creaking most uncomfortably under the new abuse yet holding steady, and into the inn walked a now conspicuously dressed Ajax looking mightily satisfied with himself. "So, what's for breakfast? A good meal is a must before an adventure".