"Abia, are you sure you want someone who plays with fire on your roof?  Playing with fire in the tavern is one thing.  There are people here who could help put it out if it got out of hand.  But on the roof there's only him.  Do we trust him not to let his fascination with fire cause him to do something foolish, burning the tavern down in the process?  And then there's always the possibility he'll roll over while asleep and roll off the roof, breaking his neck.  If he doesn't want to pay for a room, the ground out back will be just as soft as the roof, and less hazardous.  I'll even throw in my bedroll if the ground's too hard."<br/><br/>Nathan had taken more than his share of chances in battle.  But that was war.  Victor didn't seem to be of sound mind.  Add to that his obsession with fire and that was a recipe for disaster for everyone in the tavern.