René's never been one for unnecessary acrobatics, but he's a romantic at heart, a charismatic idealist that does the silly like dream under the stars and write poetry. He wants up on the roof of the inn, he decides, and is fully prepared to shimmy up before he realizes there's an easier way.

He's got a journal and pen set from the communal items, and he's fairly certain the only way he's going to find calm or some sense in this crazy new place is going back to calming habits. It's worth a shot, anyway, and he's ready to write among the stars when--

--Oh, someone else is there. René blinks, not bothering to hide his confusion.

"Sorry, I didn't think there would be another person up here." And, after a small pause, "May I join you?" He looks new. But everyone looks new to René, he's only been here a few days.