Nathan had divided his attention a bit between Erin and the conversation at the next table.  He stifled a laugh at what must be going through Abia's head at a tenant who wants to sleep on the roof rather than in a room.<br/><br/>"I left the war in Argon because it didn't seem like my business or those I was serving.  It was an internal matter that no one outside of Argon should have been involved in.  Orcs, on the other hand, seemed like a real threat to the people of the land they were attacking.  And though I get along with elves, even they don't like their cousins, the Drows."<br/><br/>This was Nathan's third night in this tavern, so he'd become somewhat familiar with the faces of the regulars.  But there were more than the usual number of strange faces here, so he started nursing his drink to make it last.  He needed to keep his wits about him because some of the newcomers looked to be up to no good.  Erin included.<br/><br/>"Azaiba?  Never heard of it."  Nathan wasn't at all sure what to do about Erin.  He really couldn't turn her in to the sheriff on a charge of being a horse thief without Abia backing him up.  After all, he was a stranger in town as well.  And the sheriff was sure to ask why he'd had dinner with the horse thief after catching her in the act.  He had to admit it would look like odd behavior.  But to let the girl go might mean that his horse would be gone in the morning.