IC: He could barely stand. His legs were trembling from exhaustion. His left arm was in agonizing pain. With the last amount of his remaining strength, he stumbled inside the Silvermoon Inn, tossed few pieces of gold on the table and collapsed in one of the nearest beds.
OOC: I am going to countryside for Christmas time. I will probably be away for a week or so. Bad thing is that I won't be able to see you all. Good thing is that I may finally have some spare time to do some drawing. Hopefully I will draw something good enough to show you.