Ithiken journeys around the village for several hours, taking care of the minor things that a wizard should do to maintain his status and appearances. He drops his violet mage's robe off at a tailor to get patched up and cleaned, he hands his leather boots off to a cobbler to get fixed and shined, and he wanders over to the town's market to restock on hardtack, flint, salt, soap, and several sheets of new parchment.
After Ithiken drops his purchases off at the inn, he then ventures out to find any place where he might give himself a full scrubbing... either a public bath or a nearby river, or someplace where he can sit in the water and soak for a while. Because of the rains that have been falling for a while, every pore of his body has been caked with mud and it's been exceedingly uncomfortable. And you can cleanse yourself only so much, standing at a washbasin in your room.
Upon finishing his pampering of himself, he returns to the various workmen who have been dithering on his clothing and equipment and picks his items back up. He pays the few silvers for the sevices they provided, and the elf then goes back to the inn for a meal and a long, relaxing sleep.