Lights Fantastic?

Jolf rolled over and slowly climbed out from under the thick covers of his bed. The cold crept into his joints as he carefully stood. Setting a hand to the wall he felt for the warmth of the kitchen fireplace on the other side. Years of experience told him all was well, there was still a good amount of coals keeping the base for todays stew slowly cooking. Slow cooking was the secret to all good stews and his were as much a part of the reputation of the inn as Darvil's ales. Pulling on his trousers, shirt and boots Jolf headed out of his rooms, well one large room that he had divided into sleeping and sitting rooms, next to the kitchen to begin his morning preparations. The three private rooms upstairs all had guests last night, and at least 4... or was it 5? people had paid the lower rate to stay the night in the common room. Lets see Darvil, Danby, himself, and it was Tuesday so Jessine would be here to clean this morning, he'd best use the bigger pot for the porridge today. This early in the winter Jolf still had a fair supply of dried fruit to go into it, and he'd make some sweet corn bread. That would work. First though he headed out into the courtyard to make use of the outhouse. It was still dark as he opened the door, but there was a good sized moon and he didn't bother to light a candle. Looking up into the early morning sky Jolf could see pale ripples of red and green light off to the north. While it was a little early for the winter lights he didn't think much about them. On his way back to the kitchen though the colors had changed, still pale but yellows and blues. The hairs on his neck were standing up and he had the feeling it wasn't because of the cold winter air. He'd be sure to mention it to Darvil at breakfast, but it was probably nothing.