Kicking off his ill-fitting boots, Arran hopped onto the bed with the book. He cracked it open an immediately started reading. It didn't make a whole lot of sense to him, what with it's talk of entropy and something called thermodynamics, but after reading it for a couple of hours he definitely had a better handle on what it all meant. The key had been finding a discussion on a spell to control heat - something he had a reference point for.<br/><br/>As the light from the window started to fade, another need announced itself. Hunger. Jachym was technically paying for food and board here (or so he said), but Arran wasn't quite certain how he would go about claiming it. Or did he?<br/><br/>He quickly mussed up his short hair (well, more), pinched his cheeks to give them some color, and pulled his shirt over a little to make it seem like he was just briefly borrowing it. Then, trying to remember how some of the more...entertaining women had moved, he sauntered out into the corridor and down the steps into the common room.<br/><br/>Rolling his hips with each step, he stalked over to the innkeeper and breathed out in his sexiest voice (well, he hoped it was): "Thr mage's apprentice asked if you can deliver his meal to his room. But, hmmm, just knock. We don't want to be...disturbed."<br/><br/>Then, without waiting for answer, Arran turned and started stalking out the, no longer empty, common room.