With a deep sigh, the Wind-Make Mage crossed the threshold into the sleepy little Inn and adjusted his cloak to cover the lower half of his face to be more obscure and anonymous. He wasn't in the mood to be social at the moment. He climbed the stone stairs into the second floor of the establishment where his small room was kept. He took stock of his possessions, which included a paltry amount of Jewels, a bed roll, and two changes of clothes not including his signature cloak and head wrap. He needed to get settled in a place for longer than a couple of weeks eventually, but now was not that time. He had work started in Baska and Hosenka and was about to get started on making connections here in Oak as well.
It was a fight to not just go to sleep in the middle of the day, but he resisted and headed back downstairs after freshening up from the long travel from Hosenka. He felt a little better after having washed his face and changed his clothes, but still wasn't quite like his optimal self. Heading out of the Inn, not really paying attention, he face planted right into someone standing in the street. Grumpy, and not really in the mood for apologizing, Ziann got defensive very quickly. "Out of the way, you brick wall of a brute." Not very kind words for someone you just ran into, but Ziann wasn't quite caring at the moment.