After sitting at his table for awhile, Akilae rose and walked towards the bar.  He figured given the number of patrons that had retired for the evening, he had better get a room before they were all gone.  "Lucky you, only one room left."  The diminuative goblin quipped.  He turned to look at those left in the bar and noticed two women, a draenei whose companion had left with the scarred boastful man, and the undead woman, who after finding her place at the bar, had remained by herself.  He paid for the room but did not take the key, instead he spoke to the goblin.  "Hold this room for whichever of the two ladies comes to speak for it first, and then give them the key, with my compliments."  "As you wish sir."  The goblin replied, obviously not caring who took the room as long as it was paid for.<br/><br/>He turned and exited the bar and made his way to a quiet side, away from most of the noise.  He prepared a small camp and removed his sheath from his back, unsheathed his sword and laid down, resting the sword on his chest.  He felt a sense of foreboding, and he did not want to be caught off guard in case anything were to happen.  And given the place the inn happened to be located, anything could happen, at any moment.  He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, the only sounds he heard was the whispering of a light breeze in the night air, and the sounds of those in their rooms, enjoying each other's company.  He hoped if something did indeed happen, they would not have tired themselves out too much in having their fun.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>