Hoke was rested, but it didn't feel like it. He passed by the bar on the way down and ordered some food and drink for himself and Torc, feeling like he hadn't eaten in a week. He found his cushioned high-backed chair in its spot by the hearth and sat down with a plop. He had left his gear, arms and armor in his room, except for the small pouch tied around his neck and the orb contained within. He grabbed a log and threw it on the fire and poked about it for a bit. Torc curl up beside him in the chair, her serpentine tail wrapping around the nearest part of him. Her amber eyes seemed to soak in the fire's flames as they danced in the hearth. Hoke watched the flames too as he waited on his food, one hand absently stroking Torc, the other clenched around the pouch on his neck.