When Irene came back in, her worries of her wandering the wilderness or even the outskirts at night disappeared. Seeing that she was going to treat a winded woman to a round of drinks, Guinevera stepped out from behind the bar and mingled with the patrons. She took flasks, cups, and shots glasses from empty tables and returned half-empty bottles of liquor back onto the bar for Irene to put away. Who was that woman she was conversing with? she asked herself. It was an unusual scene to find a woman arrive at such a late hour, but seeing the connection between her and Irene, Guinevera assumed she had arrived and Irene was a living signpost who directed her to the heart of the Oasis.<br/><br/>Guinevera had watched the Marshal as she walked throughout the saloon, cleaning up after the locals and the regulars and bidding farewell to those who had no bed to sleep in. She had read the signs that the Marshal was giving and when he stared a saloon girl down and she approached, she did the same. She placed a hand on the girl's shoulder. A brief stare caused the girl to nod and walk away, leaving the Madame with the Marshal. "You look like you won't be riding a horse back to your place tonight, Marshal," she said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Come with me and we'll get you settled. Forgive me, boys, it's past his bedtime." Pulling him up by the arm, she escorted him upstairs and towards her room.<br/><br/>---> Madame Guinevera's Room