Shiki had left the bar, venturing into the storm after one last drink. He didn’t wish to spend the coin on a room. Even with the heavens crashing down outside. Instead he ventured out into the night, stumbling as he trekked. 

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The next morning Shiki made his way back to the tavern for breakfast. Looking a bit worse for wear. Clothes damp. Hair unkempt. 
He sat down by the hearth. He looked up at the Inn Keeper. 
“Sorry, the door was open. You taking guests yet?” 
He plucked a bit of hey from his hair and tossed it into the hearth. 
He had spent the night tucked away in someone’s stable. Having snuck in during the storm late the night before. Having forced himself awake early to leave before being found.