((OOC: Because Dracorix is going to be gone for a bit, i'm going to assume that we all head off for the night without too much more to say. If that is an issue, lemme know and I'll edit.))

Bennon woke just as the sun rose, standing and donning his clothing and straw cloak. Securing the red balaclava around his neck, drawing it up so that it concealed his face below his eyes. The straw hat hung on his back along with his bow and pack, and he headed downstairs, where he ordered a light breakfast, paying with another large golden coin. He observed the other early risers. There weren't many. After finishing his meal, he walked outside, and went around to the stableyard, where he began to hone his knife and sword, checking each arrow for a straight shaft and fletching, then returning to the main room. He began to meditate, filling himself with what meager spirit energies there were left in the area. He knew he would need whatever he could gather in the weeks to come.