O'walu normally made camp in the jungle at night, or when he was in town, he got a room at an inn. Naomi had before offered him a room at the temple, and every time he said no; he was always put off by the idea of charity. It was a violation of natural selection, and why did he earn his money only to let it weigh down his pockets?<br/><br/>Tonight, however, he felt very weary, alarmingly so. Perhaps it was the slightly oppressive aura of power that the house of Cuthbert emitted, pushing down on his soul. Before he could offer Jenya or Naomi an answer, however, the bard spoke up again. He sat up a bit straighter, and mulled it over for a minute before responding. "I cannot allow you to go by yourself; I will watch out for you."<br/><br/>He turned a bit to Naomi, "I think I'll accept your offer, but later tonight. For now, I think it is best if we accompany this man. Tasaril," He said the name as if trying on a new boot. Truthfully, he wanted to keep an eye on the bard. The man/woman sparked his interest, but the bard's curious interest in Naomi made him suspicious.