His eyes slowly cracked open in the morning as he turned his attention towards the light that filtered in the room though the window. He yawned slowly, his hand reached out lazily and sleepily out for the woman that he had spent an enjoyable night with…
…only to find nothing. No body shared the morning bed with him. He smirked and sighed slightly. He should have known that.
He sat up, not immediately seeing his clothes around. It took him a moment or two to search, but he eventually pulled his armor and clothes out from under the cot. He smiled at the note and tucked it away inside his pouch. He could still smell her on the sheets, and shook his head in amusement.
“Once again, the Vixen leaves the wolf all alone…”, he murmured as he plucked up the key. With one deep and amused chuckle the turned towards the door.
It would be a long, but pleasant walk back to the Chantry.