When he had looked his age, his robes hadn't gotten in the way. Even now, so long as he walked, the ornate robes given to him when he'd returned to Masyaf were still comfortable. They kept the chill at bay and his hood kept the snow from his face.

Wherever this place was on whatever globe it claimed, the winters were worse than those in Masyaf.

Still, he knew he needed to exercise his knee more than walking would do. True that he'd had a bit of exercise of late, but it wasn't quite the same. He was going to have to see about getting a proper robe. Or at least a shorter coat.

That was what was on his mind as he walked into the inn and dusted himself off there near the door, not wanting the snow to melt into his robe and chill him more than the light wind outside. He knew there were clothing stores upstairs, and while he enjoyed feeling like himself in clothing he'd always worn, he was at last having to admit a little... inefficiency.

And perhaps eating something he hadn't cooked wouldn't go amiss, either.