Nathan had extended his stay in the tavern.  He was enjoying the hospitality and was reluctant to return to sleeping under the stars.   Tonight, he noticed for the first time someone else coming in with a sword on his back.  Nathan's excuse was the attack of the imp several nights ago.  And the possible fugitive status of several of the new residents of the tavern, which he suspected might bring trouble here at some point.  Vixaria was fleeing an unwanted marriage and two other women had been hiding their features the other night, as if afraid to be recognized.  Which usually meant someone was after them.<br/><br/>What the newcomer's reason was for carrying a sword, Nathan wasn't inclined to ask.  He had begun to realize he'd become too involved in this tavern's business.  There was no reason for him to look for trouble by asking too many questions.  Settled in the corner booth next to the fireplace, he waited for Abia to get close enough to hear him.<br/><br/>"I'll have my usual scotch, Abia.  Please!"  Tonight, Nathan was just going to try and mind his own business, so he pulled out a book to read, while waiting for his drink.