Nathan had been on his way down the stairs with his lute in hand when he saw the five men enter the tavern.  Soldiers?  The crest they all shared seemed to point to that profession.  But that didn't mean they still served a particular king or war lord.   They might be mercenaries now.  Or highwaymen.  In either case, they looked like they might be trouble.  So he decided to go back upstairs to buckle his broadsword and sheath to his back.  And his daggers as well.  He considered and rejected taking his bow and arrows into what would be close quarters.  Besides, he was usually accustomed to wearing his sword on his back, so none of the regulars would see it as unusual.  The bow, on the other hand, might raise eyebrows.  Nathan wasn't one to pick a fight.  He just had a keen sense of when a fight might happen.<br/><br/>The lute stayed behind in his room.  The man on the guitar would have to continue playing solo, since Nathan didn't want to start strumming his lute, only to have someone challenge him because of his sword.  Going downstairs, he made his way over to his booth, Erin still there, her glass empty.<br/><br/>"So what do you think?  Kind of warms the spirit, doesn't it?"  He pulled the broadsword from his back and laid it on the table, like he always did.  It was easier to lean back, without the sword poking him in the back.  And it was easier to get to if trouble broke out.