He watched her move away, the girl was a lot stronger than she let anyone know, but something told him she was in desperate need of rest and maybe an outlet. He wasn't sure he could provide the latter for her. He never meant to impose himself on girls. His whole attire of utter darkness wasn't to everyone's taste or liking. And while he waited patiently, because he was determined to get her to her rooms, he looked in the direction of this boy Zataire, no more than a boy he seemed in his own eyes. He'd be someone to keep a closer eye on in the days, weeks to follow. He knew he wouldn't be sleeping in the tavern that long, if he honestly thought that he'd be staying in this town for longer than a week, he'd be renting, or buying, or building even if it needed be, a house for himself.<br/><br/>He wasn't a great builder, but no doubt Abia knew some folk that could assist him. Maybe he would even hire this Zataire boy, as he seemed to be able to fix and build things in no time.<br/><br/>First things first, getting Abia to her rooms. 'Abia, please, you need your rest, it's time for you to get to your rooms, it's been a tiring day already and an even more tiring night so far'. He put a little emphasis on his words, urging her.