I might as well go in, right?
So I push the door (which is considerably heavy) open, and strut in, enlightened by the fact that they actually welcomed me to stay with them.
My eyes widen as I see the level of extravagance of the room: the countless golden lanterns casting hazy light, the flowing silk curtains hanging around a large bed and the elegant carpets. Sighing, I throw myself upon the bed and forget my worries.
A few minutes later, the girl - whose name I remain unaware of - tip-toes in quietly, thinking I'm asleep. I don't want to frighten her so I just sit up and watch. Opening a door that I hadn't seen before, she disappears. When she emerges, I see a pile of - well - something in her arms that she quickly deposits on a chair opposite me and after that, she hurries out, not sparing a glance in my direction; whether fearing me or just discrete due to my privacy, I don't really know.
Curious, I jump up and investigate the bundle.
Oh.
It's a dress. A long, fancy dress, meant for fancy people attending a fancy celebration, not the type of thing I would wear; it's probably more than I can ever afford, even if I work my whole life and that shows that these other-worldly beings held a position of importance amongst the people of this land. Embarrassed, I stare at the drooping neckline and wonder if I have to wear this tomorrow, when I meet Eragon, hoping against hope that I would have some type of jacket to wear, however, I ignore it and remove my dirty clothing after inspecting the dress, because there is a clean white night gown under it. Strangely, the night gown fits perfectly, and it's just the way I like my clothes: really warm and soft.
Normally, I don't ever sleep in a place I haven't been to before, but it's much too comfortable to resist sleep.