You fashion a loincloth and a sack out of your ill-fitting clothes, and pile some hays and grains alongside your keys and wallet. Then you're out of the room running like a bat out of hell, hoping not to get caught. Despite your hooves clopping noisily against the floor, no one wakes up, not even the animals. In fact, It's almost ridiculous how laughably easy it is for you to leave - You just have to trot straight out of the ship, onto the docks and it's a straight path home, no one is awake to stop you.
You thank the lucky stars that everyone is practically dead asleep on the journey back home, so all you have is just an uneventful walk of tripping and dragging on unfamiliar hooves through the neighborhood. You managed reach your house just as the night begins to lighten up, tired and hungry. Opening the door, you're relieved to find it thankfully empty of any shady man or surprise visits from your acquaintances. You slump into the living room, dumping your stuff on the table and collapse onto the double couch, happy that this is all over.