For the first few times she had asked to stop, he didn't...wanting to get as far away as possible from the inn as he could. But after that, he had slowed down and asked if she was sure every single time. Sure, he was getting slightly annoyed by it...but the woman was a tough fighter...and he didn't want to attract any undo attention that fights always managed to get. So he was playing safe than sorry.<br/><br/>Once she was asleep, and he was sure of it, be began to die the engine down a bit as he scanned around for a clearing or some sort to stop for the night...the moon now in the air. But, as he searched, he heard her story, whether it was involuntary or not. And, he didn't know if he should of been surprised or not...he should of known something was up. But at least now he knew.<br/><br/>Once finding an appropriate spot, he parked the bike in a clearing and killed the engine. Sighing, he decided to keep the passenger car out for Granra to stay in as he got off the bike, went to a storage compartment. Within, was neatly organized equipment made for camping. Though, he and his oath-brother rode two separate vehicles. So, he only had a tent big enough for two, stakes and ropes fit for that one tent along with spares. And only one bedroll.<br/><br/>He sighed as he got the stuff out and began setting up camp.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>