Pedron goes a'hunting
Just watching Yuri exercise makes Pedron tired. Light, the last thing he'd want to do is practice against the man. He's a better warrior than the rest of them combined. He may be a mite slower than Pedron, but when he hits it really counts. Pedron also goes up to his room, but only to leave his bow there while he gets to work. If someone was following them, he intends to find that person. It's too early to head back to the alley, even if that's where he wants to search. He bends down to pull a worn leather envelope from his boot, opening it and carefully examining the contents: wires of various shapes and sizes, sturdy metal rods, a small knife and saw, both painstakingly sharpened. Everything he needs, or almost. If he could buy or steal a more complete kit it would be nice, but he doubts he could hide anything larger in his boot. Putting the items back where they came from, he hardly notices the familiar discomfort of their presence. If and when he needs to get past either of those doors, he's ready. For now, though, it's time to look around. He heads back down to the common room, once again scanning for anyone suspicious.
[Assuming he doesn't see anyone.]Pedron thinks through the layout of the inn as he knows it, trying to think of the easiest way to get out without being seen. It's probably through the innyard, back through the shed where the Trollocs came in. Once he's outside he'll look around, searching for anyone who might be searching for him.