Irader had joined in the drinking, quite happy to share in ale and stories. Before the drinking had begun in earnest, Irader had pulled out his 'campfire': a small bead in one of his pouches that became a campfire, which would last about eight hours. Of course, then there would be a sixteen hour wait before it could be used again, but still, they didn't need the fire for that long anyway. Irader had sat staring at the fire for a while when Sylvia had called it a night, but he agreed with Erika when she too decided it was time to give in to sleep, and stopped his campfire, picking up the bead and putting it back into his pouch.<br/><br/>When he stood up straight again, he noticed that Erika had actually made her way to Sylvia's tent, and heard the elf suggest that the aasimar had been getting undressed for her. Naturally, Irader went over to see what was happening, coming up next to Erika and chuckling a bit before speaking to the elf. "I wonder whether or not you came over here on purpose," he said, looking into the tent at Sylvia.