"Good morning." He nodded, a small smile on his face. He walked in and went to his chest, pulling a small bag of coins from it and clearly getting ready to leave. "I suppose I'll see you around?" He said/asked at the same time. He was unsure of what to do, she was a huntress, supposed to have killed him, but instead she spares him and sleeps in his cabin. Confused was an understatement at this point. Vorin was waiting for her replay when he heard the flapping of wings overhead, large, leathery wings. He froze, his skin crawling and his muscles tense. "What was that?" He thought to himself, not bothering to ask such a stupid question aloud.