Marakai shrugged. "Suit yourself. I just figured the one with plenty to spare should pay. And there'd be no debt involved, trust me." Nevertheless, he pocketed the bag again.
"And...listen. It's really not the fact that I'm different. I'm worried more that if something were to happen, I'd cause more damage inside than out here. I've got...a bit of an anger problem, really, and it's really safer for everyone if I'm out here. Like I said, just shout if you need me for anything. I'll be nearby. Have a good night."
With a short bow, he ducked out of sight, the only thing visible after a moment being a pair of glowing red eyes in the darkness. Then, he disappeared around the side of the building.
He found a couple discarded, old pillows likely due for a wash, but it was better for nothing. He stacked them atop one another, sitting down upon them and leaning against the wall of the inn, confident his sharp senses would waken him if there was trouble.
And so, he sat, closed his eyes, and waited for sleep.