Nathan turned away to hide a grin.  So that's what was going on next door last night!  It seemed to him the tavern was attracting some weird and eccentric individuals all of a sudden.  Victor seemed in need of writing down all the things he did last night, while Zataire . . . well, who knows what Zataire was about to say.  Obviously not Zataire himself.  Any comment made by Nathan at this point would probably be ill-received.<br/><br/>"Abia, do you have rum?"