Henry slowly made his way towards the Prison District. He quickly thought up a plan, which he hoped would help him get his hat back. He did not look like a prisoner anymore as he had his spear, lute and clothes. His leg was somewhat healed too. The bard went through the gate to the bridge connecting the Prison District and the Market District. He saw that there was still some time before the Sun would fully set, so with haste he went towards the place he was kept in not too long ago.

As Henry entered, he saw a sleeping Imperial Jailor behind the desk. Not suspecting anything, as this is after all a pretty boring job, Henry walked towards him and coughed trying to get his attention. However, that did not seem to work. 
"Excuse me.. Sir?" Henry tried talking to him, yet there was no answer and the jailor kept sleeping. Henry then came closer to him and looked. Well, he was actually breathing, so that was reassuring. The last thing Henry needed now was for somebody to once again wrongly accuse him of murder. Henry put one hand on his shoulder and shook him, but he barely mumbled something and kept on sleeping. Henry looked around not knowing what to do. The Jailor was either a really heavy sleeper or under a spell, of which Henry thought the latter was a more reasonable explanation.

The bard opened the door to outside and shouted for a guard to come in. When one showed up, after briefly explaining the situation, the guard tried to wake the Jailor up, but without success. He then thanked the bard for telling him and asked what he was doing in the Bastion this late.

"Well, I had my hat stolen yesterday in a tavern, when I was performing. " Henry lied without hesitating, as he already came up with the lie while walking here. " I heard some thief was caught in a tavern yesterday, so I thought that maybe the hat was here and wanted to try and get it back." 
The guard hesitated for a moment, but he obviously had no idea about any thieves in taverns so he nodded before asking "Can you prove that there is a hat in the chest that is yours?"
Henry already thought about that upfront too "Yes. I can tell you how it looks like. It's a big hat. You know like performers have, thought it also resembles a wizards hat. It's furry and brown. There can't be two of those, for sure."
The guard nodded again and went to check the evidence chest. He was surprised when he found the it unlocked and asked the bard who had unlocked it, to what Henry replied "Probably the same person who put the Jailor asleep." The guard mumbled something and started looking. After a minute or two he pulled out Henry's hat which was rather crumpled, but still his hat. Henry smiled as sincerely as he could. "Aye, that's the one." The guard nodded and said "Well, even if this is not yours, it's only a hat. And the chest was obviously robbed, but that couldn't have been by you. Count that as the Imperial Legion's gratitude for not stealing when you could have. Though I remember a few strange faces exiting the Bastion in the past hour today.. Oh if I see them again.." with these words the guard escorted Henry back towards the bridge to the Market District.

Henry came into the Merchant's Inn proudly wearing his beloved hat. The day went better than he expected it to go, so he obviously smiled. A couple of people from the prisoner group were already here, including the supposed Hero of Kvatch. The bard's weapon, his spear, would not allow him to sit properly, so he took it off from his back and leaned it by the wall. He went to sit at the bar counter and ordered something to eat for the last ten septims he had. Henry felt fairly hungry as he had nothing but prison food for the last two days. While waiting, he started replacing the broken strings on his lute by spare ones he took from his bag.