Norin woke woke to the crowing of a rooster from outside. He became alert as someone passed close by but it was just one of the innkeeper's daughters slinking away from a liaison with one of the other mercenaries. Norin chuckled as he rubbed his face, sitting up. The fire had died and those who had been celebrating last night had either retired to their own quarters or fallen asleep, likely drunk, at their tables. Those who shared the hearth with him had mostly already woken and taken their leave or were having breakfast.<br/><br/>Norin made a raspy request to the half naked serving wench for some food and she nodded with a blush as she tugged up one of the straps of her dress, moving toward the larder. He got up, taking his pack with him as he went outside, using water from the horse trough to scrub his face and arms to wake himself up and remove the sleep from his eyes. He returned to the main room to find the girl returning with several hunks of bread and cheese and a cold meat and carrot stew. He nodded in thanks, handing her the last of his silver in payment as he sat down to eat, waiting for his new partner.<br/><br/>If she decided to abandon him and go after the bounty herself, there wasn't much he could do to stop her but he hoped she would rely on his intel. He was severely low on funds and desperately needed the payout from this job, even if he had to share it.