After a... delightful... walk together, the pair finally arrive in an inn. Lukas is already dreaming of curling up into his own bed when he hears the innkeeper's words, and the harsh slam of gold against a wooden countertop. It's like he can feel his heart rattling down into his knees... and the cold rage rolling off of Tamara certainly doesn't help the situation much.<br/><br/>He starts to say something, but the woman is already making her way up the stairs. With a groan, the Daggerdare follows suit, making his way up the steps two-by-two until he falls in place just behind the woman.<br/><br/><em>I'd forgotten how nice this view could be, even in armor...</em>he thinks to himself; thankfully, though, he manages to keep it an inside thought, rather than blurting it out. Last thing he needs is for her to throw him out of an inn into the mud... again.<br/><br/>Of course, the situation isn't made better when the fighter opens the door to their room, revealing a cramped space with a few hot-coal braziers to warm the bed and the room alike. Certainly not luxurious accommodations... and the knife-wielder knows better than to think that they'll be sharing the bed. That had never happened even when they were on good terms.<br/><br/>"Hmph. Well, that's unfortunate." He looks around the room, attempting to find some way they can perhaps partition the space... but there's not even a rug on the floor, much less a chair or a changing screen. A poor room in a poor inn in a poor town. "Tell ya what... I think I'm going to go to the commons. I'm going to need a lot of whiskey to get rid of the chill in this place."<br/><br/>He starts to walk out the door, but stops himself at the door. He doubts she's ever going to stop looking at him like scum of the earth, but it doesn't hurt to at least try.<br/><br/>"You want me to bring you some soup or somethin', after you get out of all that wet armor?"<br/><br/>The dagger-dare turns back around, giving his former partner an attempt at a mollifying smile... but at the same time, he gets a strange feeling, like a raccoon walking over his grave. For a moment, he thinks she's about to throw something at him...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Could you PM me a perception check please? :)</div></div>