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Message: <blockquote data-quote="nothingpoetic" data-source="post: 5503197" data-attributes="member: 63112">As the others cool down, Chaucer puts his pack down on one of the beds.  Unhooking the hooks, he begins to take everything out, bit by bit, and then proceeds to repack the whole lot again.  Making sure the things that need to be accessible are, and the things that will probably not be necessary, are shoved further down into the pack.  Once he is done, he finds a mirror and mutters something under his breath.  Any loose hairs find their way back into place, and dirt and grime from the road falls to the floor, and whatever sweat that was on his face is now gone."I am heading down to the common room to await dinner and have a glass of wine, should I expect any of you to come down and eat, or will you all be dining up here tonight?"As he heads downstairs, he finds a comfortable seat and orders a glass of chilled wine, and eyes the crowd looking for someone who could be useful.[OOC]I am assuming it is evening time, if it is not, then make the meal Lunch and I will probably have a few actions in the evening.[/OOC]</blockquote>