"Whatever gave it away?"

The words lack much sarcastic venom, Mat's attention more on the empty beds than the fellow occupying one. But it's easy to spot the others, they're all in the same damned uniform after all. He hovers in the doorway a few more moments, finally giving a proper look to the room's current inhabitant. Looks about his age, probably, nothing immediately threatening about him. Just another poor bastard going through the same madness.

Mat even manages a quick nod of acknowledgement before his eyes slide away again.

There are open beds, and he's taking one. He crosses the room and tosses himself down with a grateful sigh. Blood and ashes, what the hell was the mattress stuffed with? He practically sinks into the bedding as he stretches out, flat on his back, long limbs splayed to either side of him. He's never felt a bed like this. He's heard that fancy lords and ladies in far away lands slept on feather stuffed beds...was that what it is?

"This bed's officially been claimed in the name of Mat. Fuck me, I feel like I could sleep for a week."