Alexander was still struggling with what was going on. It may have been because of the constant needling pain in the back of his head, like holding onto a burr that was trying to fly out of your hands. Only the burr was your best friend. Alright so the metaphor had kind of dissolved there but Alexander wasn't exactly in the best mental state to it was excusable. Still Joshua had left and Alexander was expected to make it to the inn and back to the castle, where something would happen. Alexander gave a small nod to reassure himself, simple plan. He slowly began walking towards where the inn was, at least where he thought it was. These buildings all tended to look the same. After a bit of struggling Alexander managed to wander into the inn. Where was Imgor's room again? The barkeep pointed him in the right direction and Alexander weakly pounded on the door with one hand, the other rubbing his temple. [b]"Imgor, Joshua said we need to come to the castle."[/b] He didn't bother waiting for a response, he probably wouldn't have heard it even if Imgor had said something. Alexander made his way back out, waving away the attentions of a staff member and stepping outside. He glanced at his horse momentarily. No, he wasn't sure he could even free it from the secure knot he'd made and even if he could the rough ride would do no good for his mental grip. So he began slowly walking towards the castle, using his weapon like a walking stick. Joshua had always been a little eccentric but this was ridiculous.