After Lukas's angry departure, the fighter had made a sweep of the room before setting about removing her armor.  Thankfully the stuff was magic, or she'd have had quite the night of polishing in front of her.  Even so, Tamara needed to lay out her things to attempt drying them before the next day's travels.  Stripping down, she pulled a mostly dry tunic and a pair of pants from her pack.  Clothed once more, she'd started setting out her stuff only to spot his pack and soaked cloak.  She could have just left it.... it was his fault for leaving without unpacking... but with a sigh she began to undo the straps.<br/><br/>His un-weathered cloak got the spot closest to the fire due to its complete saturation.  Everything else was spread around as evenly as she could.  But even when she was done with all of that, he still hadn't returned.  The warrior found herself growing strangely worried.  Thankfully she heard his familiar footfalls outside the door.  Except he held two bowls in his hand instead of the strange blade.<br/><br/>Tamara took the unclaimed bowl and even gave him a slight smile before tucking into it.  Soon her bowl was empty as well.  Leaning back on the bed, she puzzled over his words.  No one could identify it, which definitely meant their attacker hadn't just been some local thief that attacked the wrong travelers.  That blade had clearly been intended for one of them.  Though which one was still up in the air.<br/><br/>Determined not to let her guard down, she growled out "It was definitely after us then.  So who did you piss off to want you dead?  Recently I mean."