"If you were of evil intent," the paladin murmurs softly, her voice barely over the crackle of the fireplace, "Then there would be six of us awake and alive now.. seven if you count the nameless wolf.. and one dead lupine burning over the fire. But you're not. And life is too short to worry about petty details otherwise! The good ranger sent you along, then? Catch you a nap before the morning comes? We are not far from the dungeon."