It took a the constant chatter of the villagers outside of his house to finally stir Sergeo from his sleep, much to his discontent. The raw man slowly arise from his bed, rubbing his eyes and groaning at that noise outside while he begun his morning rituals, starting with checking on the state of his front door. Sergeo looked at the lock and bolt he had on his door and visual there were no signs to the two being tampered with. A tug on the door followed by a clunk of metal hitting against each other further proved the locks were fine. Satisfied, Sergeo started to make himself presentable for the public. Bathing, Combing his hair, and taking care of the stubble that had begun to grow on his face and the former sailor now look like a proper sell sword and not just a foul smelling slob.
The only ritual left for Sergeo was the counting of his coin, something had not quite stopped doing since his Piracy days where he was constantly surrounded by the types would enjoy skimming gold from each other but with thieves and cut purses in every town he felt justified to continue this little quirk. Pouring the gold he had onto his dining table, he counted each piece individually. "One...two...three..." until he finished his counting 5 minutes later at 100 gold pieces. "Seems like everything is here. Shame some gold fairy didn't stop by and drop a few pieces in my sack" he lamely joked to himself. With everything accounted for, Sergeo unbolted his door, stepped outside his house into village streets, and turn around to lock his door again with a padlock.
((OOC: Unlocked Tavern, Town Square))
