Chester found himself at a loss for a course of action, as the woman quickly left.  Follow her?  She obviously knew that he was in danger and had acted to help him, despite what she was.  It was like one of the fables where the enemy cares for the beaten man, after his own countrymen had ignored him.  Could he trust her?  She had saved his life!  No matter what she was, that had to count for something.  Also, what if there were more of them here.  They already knew where he was and were obviously trying to kill him and not just kidnap him now.  By staying here, he was putting his own life in danger!<br/><br/>He gathered what little he had and walked quickly and calmly for the door.  There was already a small crowd around the dead body and the innkeeper was bellowing.  "What the ruddy hell happened 'ere!"  Opening the door he stepped out into the night air.<br/><br/>The dim lantern was the only light in an eternal darkness, suddenly the inn was not looking so bad after all.  He could not see more than a few yards away, much less see the woman!  There was an odor of urine in the air as well, which made the night see even more foreboding.  He imagined that the drunks simply pissed on the inn as they left.  The fools.<br/><br/>OOC:  It's short because I was not sure what else to post without "moving" your character.