<div class="floatright">(http://i610.photobucket.com/albums/tt183/GhostwheelX/Misc/A06bw400b.jpg)</div>It was a relatively quiet night for Ren. The talk with Rando had settled her nerves to an extent, and she had felt as though for the first time since she had entered this game that she had made a friend, or at least a confidante. She wondered if she would see him again... after all, with how permanent death was, there was a chance that it had been a fleeting meeting of but a moment in the grand scheme of things, and the very next day he might be one of the unwary ones who got themselves killed by fighting things above their level, or not in a group. A passing emotion welled up within her, the wish to ask him if he wanted to join them, but the emotion also arose a sense of fear that she didn't completely understand. And the talk of joining a guild... that brought on more mixed emotions, along with the stings of the past from joining guilds and then being kicked out. They had said, "It's just not working out," and the like, but the sense of rejection still hurt despite the words meant to soften the blow, accomplishing just the opposite. They couldn't be straight with her, and tell her the truth? The hurt mixed with anger as she contemplated these things, laying in bed for moments more upon awakening.<br/><br/>Having been one of the first to go to bed, she was also one of the first to rise, descending the stairs to reach the inn common room with almost nary a soul there. She ate quietly, alone if no one approaches her, waiting for the others to ready themselves. She wondered if she would see Rando again, and what words would pass between them, though she was leery of that meeting. On the other hand, how long would it take for the other party members to join her? A foot tapped steadily as she waited after finishing the breakfast, its taste passing her lips with barely a thought.<br/><br/>She noted as one came down and ate breakfast at another table, barely seeming to notice her. The spellcaster tiefling... what was her name...? Ah, yes, a moment and it came to her; Tigara. She blinked once, twice in surprise as she noticed the clothes the tiefling wore--or rather, lack of them. She guessed well enough what may have happened upstairs, and a sense of mixed disgust and need filled her. She quickly tried to stamp down the emotions, forcing them down, bottling them up. They didn't help her free herself from this place. The tiefling soon left, though whether she was ignored or simply unnoticed was up in the air. Still Ren disapprovingly stared at the wizard as she left. Leaving without one's clothes? Now that was just asking for trouble. Still, as long as she returned and was ready to move on, it was no business of Ren's... for now. She continued to wait impatiently for the others to descend for breakfast.