Sigrun joined the others as they entered the inn. She debated what to get, with the three of the others ordering soup, it was almost peer pressure for her to do the same. As she searched for currency, she quickly remembered that Ahmaht gave her money. She was conflicted on if she wanted to give it back to him or not, the man did give it to her to buy food in the first place. Then again, she didn't want to rack up an astounding debt. A bowl of soup could cost her an arm and a leg later. How did Ahmaht obtain his money anyway? He didn't seem like he had a job. Maybe he fought a few bandits for it. Or maybe some people gave it to him because he was shirtless. Was the soup meat-free? She needed to buy a duck for Zel later. Can she ask Larea to draw a picture of herself riding the purple monstrosity she gave her? Maybe her s-<br/><br/>The knight's arm fidgeted, dropping the coins she collected in her hand, the money Ahmaht gave her, onto the ground. She remained completely motionless for awhile, there was not a single batted eyelash nor breath. She just stared into the empty void of the inn. This persisted for awhile, but she eventually regained motion once again, as if nothing happened. She got up from the table somewhat abruptly, her arms latching onto each other nervously.<br/><br/>"I need to go to sleep. Good night." she spoke, nonchalantly.<br/><br/>Despite the hunger pangs from Sigrun's stomach, she systematically walked up the stairs and proceeded back to her room, retrying her key in every door along the way. When she eventually found her room, she slumped onto the side of her bed. She wasn't entirely sure what happened, but she felt an immense feeling of dreariness after that moment. No matter how hungry she was, she didn't want to eat. She also didn't feel much like speaking to the group, despite the fact that everyone is silent after she talks anyway. It was strange, she never wanted to leave them, but it seemed like everything in her mind wanted to conflict at once. Maybe after sitting on the floor and staring at the ceiling for awhile, she'll suddenly feel the urge to walk downstairs and sit at the table like nothing happened. Pretend like nothing happened...