He hands her one of the cups.  "Coffee's not hard to find, Abia.  I just follow my nose to it.  As for doing anything else in the kitchen, I checked into your establishment specifically so I wouldn't have to do any cooking for awhile."  Nathan gave her a grin, before glancing towards the room where the wounded man was.  It seemed quiet, which was fine with him.  He'd actually put obstacles on the desk under the window in his room in case an imp or some other malevolent creature tried to come in that way during the night.  Imps were known to sneak in and sit on the chests of people at sleep, stealing their breath away while giving them nightmares.  And they would steal small children while they slept.<br/><br/>Going downstairs, Nathan threw some more wood on the fire, which was dying in the fireplace.  Once he got it blazing once more, he settled in a booth next to it with his coffee.  The rain had finally stopped and the sun was peeking through the windows.  This would be a good day to explore the town for a farmer's market where he could get some carrots for his horse.  And perhaps figure out where that imp could have gone.  Though the rain had probably washed away any tracks, it was better to wander the back alleys in the daylight than at night.  If imps were here, there was probably a witch or warlock present in town and controlling them.