Nathan ignored Abia's admonishment and her order, remaining in the kitchen and searching for a towel.  Why would she think he needed a tub after already being soaked to the skin?  When he was in the woods, most of his baths were from downpours such as was occurring outside.  She was beginning to sound like his mother rather than the barkeep, cook and maid of this establishment.  Finding some dishtowels he dried himself with them as best he could.  If she was unhappy with him now, dripping water across the kitchen, up the stairs, and all the way to his room wasn't going to improve her mood.<br/><br/>Somewhat drier, Nathan went upstairs and changed clothing.  On a whim, he put his sword on his back, just in case the woman's troubles were about to show up.  Then he headed downstairs to get another cup of coffee, taking his own advice by adding brandy to the cup.  Wandering over, he sat down across from the newcomer.<br/><br/>"That's a magnificent stallion you have, my lady.  Though he looks a bit large for your needs.  By the way, my name is Nathan.  Nathan Voss.  And yours?"