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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Mattress" data-source="post: 2523178" data-attributes="member: 35801">Athelstan rises shortly after Gavril makes his exit and nods to those remaining seated.I think I'll get a little fresh air before bed. Pleasure to meet you all.He nods and makes his way across the room and out the entryway. Once outside, Athelstan makes a quick survey of his surroundings and, feigning popping his neck, looks up the front of the inn's eddifice to see where the windows are, in case others might be watching him. Causually, Athelstan cuts to the right and away from the building, choosing to circle around to the back of the inn and get a good look at those trees. If I'm to get a chance to look at these trees, it's now or not at all. Otherwise, somebody might come looking for me. The longer I'm gone the sooner suspicion sets in. "Safety first" and all that. Take care of it now so I don't have to fret later on.Reaching a small grove of the apple-less trees, Athelstan draws a small dagger used primarily for such instances and cuts a few samples of the trees' bark off. After taking a few leaves and a couple of small sprigs of branches, he stores them in one of the inner pockets of his cloak and discreetly makes his way back the way he came as if nothing had happend. Within moments he's back to the inn, where he enters and sees the others still seated.That should just about do it for me, I think. Good night, all.Making his way upstairs, Athelstan unhinges his pack from his back and places it next to his rented bedside. He then secures the door with the far chair under its' knob. Well, better than nothing, I suppose. Moving next to his window, he makes sure the latch is properly fastened. After this is accomplished, he sets about getting ready for his nightly dose of unconciousness. Taking his cloak and boots off, he continues his undressing until he stands in only his skivvy shorts and his cloak, hood back up. Laughing at his own manner of paranoia, he gazes out his window at the countryside. To think, even in a room by myself... I have to make sure no one sees me how I really am. What a Godless existence this can be at times. Though he lays down on his bed and notes to himself how comfortable it is, considering it's far away from home, sleep doesn't come for another hour or more. And when it does, the dreams that play across his minds' eye are full of haunting beauty and tragic frailty.</blockquote>

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