For once, Zaino did not feel like a pegasus clipped of its wings. He had woken up and, feeling healthy enough to stand, was surprised to find that he was full of energy and his wounds no longer pained him [if they were still there]. Releasing his sword from its scabbard, he saw that it had grown worn from usage and lost a good deal of its durability, keeping a mental note to replace it when he arrived in Regna Ferox. He reattached it to his side and began the search for his upper garments that were [i]still[/i] missing. He had known that Ambra had taken it the other day, and expected it to have been returned to him, but it was nowhere to be found; what was she planning on doing?

[b]"She's really getting on my nerves,"[/b] Zaino said to himself, sighing as he tidied up his bed in respect towards the owner of the inn and promptly exited his room, hearing the liveliness of conversation coming from the lobby. He had intended on waking up earlier to leave without any of these people finding out, but for some reason, he'd gotten too comfortable. [i]I'll go ask that woman...[/i]

Zaino sheepishly strode into the lobby still shirtless, feeling a bit uneasy about all of the eyes that now laid on him. He ignored them and spotted Ambra, who had been speaking to a... [i]bald man?[/i] Her interest in men was... [i]questionable,[/i] to say the least. He trotted on over to her with his usual look full of spite, not bothering to indulge in formalities. [b]"Where's my clothing? I need to make haste if I want to get back to Ferox in time."[/b]