<div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Aidan</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm406/AGirlontheInternet/ab512e2b150f129e25fcbf018dec0e75.jpg)</div></div><strong>Location:</strong> Mounted Steed <br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Feichin, Innkeeper  </div>Aidan tensed slightly at the sum the man quoted them. Feichin wasn't going to be pleased, and he may take the bad mood out on him. He remained quiet as his master rummaged through his things for the money to pay, hearing but not acknowledging his cursing, keeping an annoyed glare focused on Marcus, inwardly blaming him for putting Feichin into a bad mood that he'd no doubt have to contend with. Through his teeth he muttered some, nothing audible, taking the key to the room.<br/><br/>"Yes sir," he said quickly when Feichin demanded he bring their things to the room, not adding anything else, hoping that by being compliant he'd get the drugs he was craving sooner. He headed back to where they had stabled the horse to gather the things that were packed on it, intending to try and take it up in as few trips as possible. He knew it was just the withdrawals talking, but he was feeling very anxious and jittery, having a bit of trouble focusing on his task and making him a little bit clumsy. As a result he had to make himself go a little more slowly and carefully than he'd have liked, he knew Feichin would be pissed if he dropped or broke anything.