Cillian's Morning- Epilogue

[۞ KAT ۞ AKA Red Viper]

A loud hammering on the heavy wooden door would have awoken Cillian from his deep slumber around eleven am the next morning.

In the morning light, it was clear to see that the room appeared like a cyclone had hit it.  Curtains torn, chairs over turned, the rug was in an artistic heap upon the floor almost crushed into a corner... A couple stumps of candles lay strewn about, a lantern broken to bits not far away, a vase which had flowers in it had become wedged creatively in the window to allow some cool air from the mountains to waft in.

"Oi!  You need to vacate the room now boy-o!"  Dandy, the Innkeeper hollered through more pounding. "Yeh got ten minutes!"

When the paladin's eyes managed to focus well enough, he would find the bed had been practically destroyed, the straw-filled mattress twisted upon the bed frame, leaking its innards onto the floor making the room look almost like a barn.  Blankets looked like melting icebergs on each side, a quarter of one however had managed to remain draped over his naked mid section.

Upon the night table, which had been long cleared of anything that had been previously placed on it, was a coin pouch.  Inside, was one hundred gold.

[Cillian]

He brought fingers up to his eyes and rubbed the tiredness away. As he sat up some various parts of his body ached in pain and he let out a sigh as he saw the state of the room. "Yeah, yeah." He grunted at the innkeeper. Of course none of this was a surprise to him--not the state of the room or waking alone. In fact he would've been surprised had the opposite been true. He eventually crawled his way off the remnants of the bed and began looking for his things. "One boot... there's a glove... Oh? That's not mine..." he mumbled to himself as he gathered up the essentials.

He found the sack of coins on the bedside table, "Mm. Would you look at that." Perhaps the gold was to be his payment... of which he had clearly already spent, but she would've known this, of course. He threw on his undershirt one arm at a time--but wait? He paused and shook his head as the shirt had been ripped clear across the chest. What could he do? Not much. So he threw it on anyway--found his trousers, boots, gloves and put them all on absent mindedly; his thoughts were elsewhere.

The weight of the mail caused his muscles and fresh wounds to scream as it slid down his body; he didn't care. "Are ye daft!?" came the innkeeper's voice followed by a more vicious banging, "I said ye need vacate! Now!" Grabbing all the rest of his gear in his arms he opened the door just as Dandy has pulled out his rattling keys.

The innkeeper's mouth nearly hit the floor when his eyes caught a glimpse of the room. "Sorry. Proper payment for the damages can be found within the pouch on the table." Cillian said as he gave a strong pat to the innkeeper's back with his free hand. "Keep any extra, yeah?"

Before Dandy could respond, Cillian had made his way down the stairs and out the door.

[Celeste]

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