Serkan had retired not long after he'd begun his evening of eavedropping. Unfortunately he came away with no new knowledge, nothing he hadn't already heard from the cart-driver. Ascending the steps, Serkan unlocked the door to his room and re-entered, hastily stripping off his armor and padding to drop onto the bed, falling asleep. Serkan did not dream that night, but it was no less pleasant a rest, given what was to come when he was to wake. He awoke in the early hours of the morning, just minutes before the sunrise came.

Serkan spent the first hour of the day fitting his padding and armor back on, hanging his sword with great care upon his left hip. He held his helmet in his hands, the yellowed light of the morning sun filling his room through a distorted and dusty window pane behind himself. Though, something started to seem off, it felt like it was an unusually warm and dry morning, especially given the downpour that soaked the landscape just the evening before. He realized what was happening the instant he noticed the heavy scent of burning wood wafting in from under the crack of his door. He received confirmation of his initial suspicions when a man kicked his door down and warned him of the flames, smoke beginning to pour in.

Serkan grabbed his belongings and in a brisk walk made his way through the hall, only momentarily catching a glimpse of the fire in one of the rooms. Already the innkeeper was working to douse the flames. Serkan continued down the steps, there was no real sense of urgency in the way Serkan carried his gait. He made it downstairs. There, almost the entirety of the inn's patrons had gathered, already in a clamor over the unexpectedly fiery alarm clock that had roused them this morning, the windows opened to allow fresh air to carry inside and wash away the burned odor that hung in the air. By now the sense of panic had long since gone, as the innkeeper had returned downstairs with a relieved look on his face, the fire had already been taken care of.

Serkan started towards the counter, retrieving his room key in order to return it when a voice called out to command everyone's attention. The half-elf glanced over his shoulder to catch sight of the man he'd remembered seeing last night, a man who appeared to know more than initial appearances might suggest. Serkan's attention had now been taken, and he turned to face the man, though he remained at a fair distance. He watched the man make his way out, disappearing from sight even through the open window. The crowd had fallen silent after hearing the man speak, this was exactly the kind of opportunity Serkan had been waiting for. Serkan leaned against the counter behind him, resting his left hand loosely upon the hilt of his blade.

"He's right, you know. Alone, none of us would stand for long in there." Serkan spoke out, breaking the quiet with the sound of his low, imperious voice, "I came here because of that Keep, and I doubt I am alone in this venture."