It's been days since finding any kind of job, and Thranuilas was both bored, and hungry. Nobody wanted to pay for either magic, or fighting - there was simply nothing to do! With oncoming winter, travel was fading, and nobody would sell him a horse for an empty pouch, either.
Music wasn't an option, because even though he still had his harp, an accident with an explosive had him burned. And so, he just wandered around the inn, searching for anything - anything at all - that would both entertain him, and earn him money.
There seemed to be a new visitor in that one room. What would happen if he'd ask? Most likely nothing... In the worst case, he could get frowned at, and shooed out.
He quickly ran up the stairs, and knocked onto the wooden door. One, two, three knocks.