Nathan backed out of the way to give Erin a path to the door leading to the tavern.  At the moment, he preferred to have her in front of him rather than behind him.  The volume changed dramatically once she pushed the door open.  The place was filling up, but his booth tucked back in the corner next to the fireplace was still available.  It was as if, since he'd been here several nights and in that corner booth, everyone else assumed it was his.  Granted, maybe it was a little too warm in that corner booth for others.  Or too far away from the stage and the bar.<br/><br/>"Let's go for that corner booth," he told Erin.  Once seated, he unsheathed his broadsword from his back and laid it on the table with a clang.  It wasn't intended as a threatening gesture towards Erin, but simply uncomfortable to have the sword on his back while leaning back in his seat.<br/><br/>Nathan eyed her before saying, "So Erin.  Tell me your story."  He wanted to add "the real story", but chose instead to try and be nice to her.  One thing he did notice was that she seemed to have lost her earlier "bad memories" of the tavern with a meal in front of her.