The wench was too hard on herself.  Her singing had been what drew him to the door of the tavern.  Her dancing?  Well, who can dance that well without a partner and with the music only in your head?<br/><br/>Placing some coin down on the table, Nathan said, "Both I'd say.  I've spent too much time in the woods, slept too long under the stars, and bathed too often in streams.  A couple of nights among people might make for a welcome change.  And since I'm a poor cook, I'm hoping you have someone better at the art.  Do you have a stable for my horse?"