He felt that he was getting tired and he started contemplating whether or not the tavern would have some rooms available for patrons to sleep. From the outside the building didn't look for much, but looks are always deceiving. That counted for men and women, but almost always for buildings too. He was close again to finishing his tankard of ale, but he knew he wouldn't want another one. He sat up straight, maybe even for the first time since his arrival in the tavern and tried getting the barmaid's attention.<br/><br/>She was a busy girl, but a natural, as he had concluded before. He carefully waited for her to approach him, this time he wasn't going to mind-speak to her, once an evening was definitely enough. He had never encountered it, but it was known that people who weren't used to being mind-spoken to, could develop side-effects that weren't all too healthy. But he didn't think the lass would be touched by those, not the way she had responded to him. Again, a natural, a lot more to her than would meet the eye.<br/><br/>While he was waiting, he checked if he had cleaned his pipe thoroughly enough, and once he found that he had, he put it and his tobacco in one of his many cloak pockets. He now hoped the barmaid would notice him requesting her attention.