Athelle got to her room, opening the door and smiling at the interior. The cot was perfect. She actually hated sleeping on anything but a cot or the floor. If the surface was too soft, she'd have an issue falling sleep. She unpacked, pulling out her greatsword. When all of her clothing was in her drawers, she took out her oiling rag and fell into the rhythm of cleaning her blade. 
[@Azure Flame]