Richard watched the women leave, then chuckled a bit.  He finished his drink, then nodded to the remaining members of the crew.<br/><br/>Standing, he moved out of the tavern, then walked to his room.  He gathered his things, and settled with the innkeeper, who, despite the late hour, was standing downstairs, yelling at a some sort of drunken sailor who was clamoring for a room.  "Give him my room for the night, to sleep it off, why don't you?"  He flipped the innkeeper a silver crown, and said, "There.  Feed him in the morn, why don't you, too."  The drunk slurred out a thank you, then went to lean against the stairway wall, hoping to be led to the room.<br/><br/>Carrying his bags and cases, he trudged his way to the ship.