Clary had never been a big drinker but this place had a way of stretching your nerves and making you wish that you were in a club with a thundering beat and a drink of something sweet in your hand.

She took a deep breath and broke away from Sam when she came to her room. Despite her nerves, she didn't hesitate. Clary wasn't big on hesitation when she had a clear goal in mind. She pushes open her door and stepped inside, expecting the worst while foolishly hoping for the best.

The room was exactly how she left it.

Clary slowly closed the door behind her and began to change into her Shadowhunter gear: tight paints, dark tank top, leather bits and pieces combined with a dagger and her leather jacket. The dagger had been borrowed from the inn's stash but she had gotten it just before she was pulled through the fountain. She'd have to put it back since her plans for the day have changed.

Once set she headed back down to the fire to see if Sam was there, if not, she'd wait.