((OOC:  Abialla, I'm sorry for the absence.  Life just got in the way the last couple of weeks.  And probably will again.  lol))<br/><br/>Nathan had been out and about the town most of the day.  He searched for signs of the imp or the big man or the dwarf or the woman in the cloak from the night before.  Finding none of them or anyone that had seen them, he then went to the farmer's market for some carrots for his horse.  Then he went to a clothing shop to get new clothes and a cobbler for new boots.  And finally, he'd taken Midnight for a ride around the surrounding countryside to get a lay of the land and let the horse stretch her legs.<br/><br/>Returning to the stable, he rewarded his horse with some of the carrots he'd gotten, keeping the rest in a bag out of reach, since Midnight would eat them all at once, if given a chance.  Then he threw out some hay for her and went back to the clothier and cobbler to pick up his clothes and boots.  By the time he returned to the tavern, there was a chill in the air.  Nathan considered it fortunate that a coat had been among his purchases, as colder weather was approaching.<br/><br/>Walking through the tavern toward the stairs to the second floor, he took note of the faces in the tavern, some of whom he'd seen the night before and some new.   Two women seemed to be doing their best to hide their faces, which he assumed meant. like Vixaria, they were on the run from someone.  Or maybe they just wanted to discourage anyone from bothering them.  Their business really wasn't his unless they chose to make it his.  After only a night and a day, he's become a familiar-enough face that few pay him much attention.  It's a small town, after all.  He nods to Abia as he passes her on his way upstairs.  Dropping off his purchases in his room, Nathan debates whether to take his sword with him downstairs.  Given how last night ended, he decides to do so.<br/><br/>"Abia, when you have time, I'd like a scotch," he called out to the bartender/cook/manger of the tavern.  Then he took a seat in the booth closest to the fireplace, unsheathing his sword and laying it on the table.