Tehr bowed deeply at the waist, "I thank you for a lovely repast and conversation Kayna, and hope that when your business is done out west, if you make your way to Londinium, you stop by my estates.  I promise you at least one more drink."<br/><br/>With that he smiled and tipped his mug to her in salute and then t ook a drink.  "I'll let you go to your bath, I think I'll clean up in here so the innkeeper isn't upset at our usage of the room."<br/><br/>He smiled and watched her leave, then set down the mug, he'd drunk too much, thankfully he'd worked off some of the booze.  A nice walk back to House Ravos would be perfect right about now.  Yet for some reason he kept seeing the image of Lady Rosalyn Caeron as he cast the spells to clean the room up from his sex with Kayna.  Why was that?  He'd only spoken with her for a little while, and hadn't even made any intentions towards her...<br/><br/>He shook his head and decided he'd take a nice LONG walk back to house Ravos.  He wondered if he should write some letters tonight to his sister, his mother, maybe a formal letter of invitation to Rosalyn to...<br/><br/>He sighed.  What was going on with his head?