Nathan wasn't sure why he'd flirted with Abia that way.  Maybe it was the strange drink.  Though there was nothing wrong with flirting with the comely young barmaid/cook/housekeeper/songstress.  Assuming she had time with everything else she did for a flirtation.  It was just that most his relations with women were short-term.  He never stayed in one place long enough for them to be anything else.<br/><br/>He should have probably been alert to what was happening outside the window, but he'd been strumming the lute again, trying to decide whether to have another drink or go to bed.  When the woman in the dark cloak came in, acting all frantic, Nathan instinctively reached for his sword, forgetting he'd left it in his room.  He could see the massive form of her companion for the evening laying out on the street.<br/><br/>"Abia, we might have need of one of those spare rooms of yours," he called out as he headed out the door.  What originally looked like one body turned out to be two.  He'd seen imps before, but not in quite some time.  Ignoring the little devil, he checked the man's breathing.  He was still alive.  Hoisting him over his shoulder turned out to be quite a challenge for Nathan.  As big as Nathan was, this man was far bigger.  And naked, except for the bear pelt.<br/><br/>"Get the door, lass," he grunted to the woman in the cloak.  He wasn't at all sure how he was going to fit him and the behemoth on his back through that door, though.