O'walu was only emboldened by the fact that the waitress wasn't disgusted or offended by his comment. While he did not pursue anything further, as Taseril's interest in the woman was apparent, the Hunter thought seduction might be a tool he might someday need to put in his arsenal, a tool he could take advantage of through his charm and good looks.<br/><br/>Ahh, the deluded mind of a drunk.<br/><br/>The two of them, or three if Taseril didn't sleep the entire night with Lisa, managed to find their way to the Church of Pelor with little difficulty. O'walu smiled when he saw Naomi again, but he didn't trust himself speaking to her in his state, so he gladly went to the offered room and flopped down on his cot, where he fell asleep in moments.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>O'walu only woke up because he was thirsty, more thirsty than he had ever been in his life. He had raced through the jungles in the dead heat of summer with leather armor on, and he had never been this thirsty. As soon as he stood up from the bed, he noticed his stomach didn't quite agree with him. No solid food for a few hours, he mused. The other/s are still asleep, so O'walu ventures outside of their guest quarters, looking for Naomi or better yet, a ladle of cold water.