Norin merely nodded in response as she went to make preparations for bed. He would have liked to be going with her but she'd made it clear that he needed to prove himself first. It excited him a little. A girl worth having didn't give it up too quickly. And she was certainly one worth having.<br/><br/>He picked up his mug, drinking the last sip and refusing a refill. He would already be somewhat slowed tomorrow by what he'd already had tonight. He was banking on Gargash and his little gang to have been in their cups too. Perhaps he'd get a wine skin filled before he left tomorrow. He always fought better drunk than hung over.<br/><br/>Norin had enough money from selling his horse to pay for the use of the floor by the hearth. He settled down on the stone, his saddle bags beneath his head, ignoring the other mercs doing the same. The Black Company mercs had retired to their camp outside the waystation and those sellswords with a bit more coin had retired to their rooms. Some still drank, celebrating the completion of a bounty or something, loudly clacking their mugs together and carousing. Norin was used to such hubbub and it didn't take him long to nod off, the fire warming him, an ax held across his chest.