"Typical of a witch to cause destruction and then fly off," Nathan muttered.  She claimed not to be a witch, but something more.  But people always try to claim to be more than they are.  It was the constant need of some to claim to be superior to everyone around them.  A need he never understood.  He was happy with the person he was and had no need to act like he was something more.<br/><br/>"He's right, Abia.  Go sleep.  I'll keep an eye on our "builder" here.  At least until the hole is closed."  Nathan tossed another log on the fire to counteract the cold coming in from outside.  He kind of felt sorry for the lad having a harpy on his case, wherever he went.<br/><br/>As for Erin, this gave her time to soak in the tub.  He was feeling a new level of trust in her, though other than the lute, there was nothing else in the room worth stealing anyhow.  He tended to carry anything of value on his person.<br/><br/>While it really wasn't his job, he went about straitening up the tavern while Zataire repaired the wall.