Abia found the question a touch confusing as well. While the locals have already left to go to their own homes, the bar was empty because it was night. The moon shone bright among the stars in the sky outside. Inside only a few candles remained lit as Abia continued her nightly duties of cleaning after the mess of the usual crowd. The only ones left were her, the ex-knight, the young girl, the pyromantic, and of course the one who went to bed only moments before.<br/><br/>“I’m sorry, but no. Breakfast won’t be served for a few more hours. I need to sleep too, ya know. I’m not a complete machine. Just partly.” She winked as she jested and laughed it off. “I do hope you are feeling well though. Did you need anything else? A glass of water? Maybe the ale I brought you was a bit too strong.” Her tone took on a note of concern as she asked her questions. While she wasn’t sure about the illness Erin was referencing, she certainly knew that an ill patron was never a good sign.