Erin felt her heart stop for a split second when she heard the scream and the commotion.   It'd been ten years since she'd been around any real fighting, and this didn't even sound the same, but sometimes it still triggered.  A second later, though, she forced those thoughts aside and nodded at the man as he let her in the room.  She waited until he'd grabbed his sword and left, then locked the door.  The Adrenalin still tingled in her muscles as she looked around the room.  Not fancy, but certainly better than the sleeping under a stairwell or the open sky.<br/><br/>For a second, she considered looking through the man's--she should probably learn his name if she was going to be staying in his room--things, but then she decided against it.  He'd been more than fair, and didn't deserve her stealing from him.  Besides, he was probably smart enough to check if anything had gone missing, and the barmaid wasn't around to stick up for her this time.  She walked over to the tub, feeling the water.  It was warm.  Much nicer than the river had been.<br/><br/>Things had gone quiet downstairs, so things were probably settled.  Actual fighting was louder, even if just crying.  She decided it must have mostly quieted, so she decided to take advantage of the semi-warm water.  She glanced toward the door one more time, then stripped down and got in, wasting no time to scrub down.