"I'll check it out," Nathan replied, picking up his sword.  He headed downstairs.  It was dark down there, the bar closed down.  But the fire was still going in the fireplace.  The cloaked woman who'd been with the man upstairs earlier was sitting by the fire . . . . . . . sewing?  And the noise he and Abia had heard was a dwarf standing in the doorway, a large hammer on his shoulder.<br/><br/>"The bar is closed, sir!"  Nathan announced, placing his sword on his shoulder so as not to appear menacing.  "If you're looking for a room, I can check with the lady in charge."  He glanced at the seamstress, wondering if Abia knew about her.