Sholto nodded, more out of reflex then anything else. He made his way to one of the pallets. Before even thinking of laying down, he slipped the leather jacket from his shoulders, and let his shirt fall atop it. A loud yawn left his lips. Ater running around all day, was it any wonder he crumpled onto the pallet? The cloth wrinkled under Sholto and he shivered. Rain scented air kept brushing against his exposed skin, making him too cold to fall asleep. Fatigue kept him from pulling up a blanket over himself though. Too tired to move, too cold to sleep.