Whilst the three were outside, Ester undressed herself, folding up her clothes neatly and putting them on top of the dresser in the corner of the room. Curious, she pulled open the drawers, wondering if clothes had been left. A couple were empty, but there were clothes in the bottom two drawers. Though they were Dwarven clothes and would be far too small for anyone in the party - especially Tal. The mage chuckled at the thought of him in such clothing.<br/><br/>She looked out the window at the others as they spoke. The elf decided to keep her cloak near her bedside, in case she was woken up and had to get up in a hurry. She pulled it from the bottom of the pile, hanging it on one of the bedposts on the pillow end of the small bed before climbing inside. She pulled the covers over herself and shut her eyes, sleep taking her almost instantly.<br/><br/>She was usually a light sleeper, but tonight she had fallen into a deep sleep. When Mesaraih entered the house she didn't wake.<br/><br/>Tal sat in silence for a while, dangling his feet over the water as he watched the slow ripples. He didn't really feel the cold in the room, so when he noticed Valehna rubbing her arms he was surprised. Perhaps she felt the cold easily, or he was just accustomed to it. He finally piped up after a while, wanting to talk to help him stay awake for their duration of the watch.<br/><br/>"So, what did you do to end up in the cage?" He asked, not really considering that the question was personal. He didn't see why any of them would feel ashamed for whatever they did, after all they were all criminals together.