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Erastin laughs quietly at Selowen, it was good to see her letting her hair down, slipping so Mead slowly he frowns, he should have given some of his money to help Galenye, his eyes go to Ereks sword, that should get a few steel, he didn't need it.

"Will sell this blade tomorrow, it is not something I need." He admits, looking at Galenye with concern. "Yes we should rest."

"Hmm," Galenye says as she looks up towards the others. "You guys go ahead and get some rest. I'm going to stay down here for a little while," she says.

"Well, me friend, 'tween Selowen and me, we puyt quite the dent in that pitcher, but Id buy another if'n you'd share it with me."

With that, he raises his hand for service and presses a silver into the gals hand.

Karathos thinks for a moment, then nods. "I guess we'll both spend a better night if we snore in unison." He adds the second silver to their bill.

Erastin ponders going up to his room alone, had his recent actions angered his Mentor? Why else would he share a bed when a free one was available?

Shooting Galenye a longing look the would be Knight stands, he wanted to stay, yet felt like perhaps with all that has happened he should go.

"I will stay for one more drink." he decides sitting down once more.

With Karathos and Targin splitting the fee, a second pitcher of mead is brought to the table.

Standing up a bit wobbly, Selowen excuses herself. "I better get some rest," she says. "I won't be any good to you all if my head aches too much."

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Karathos and Targin spend 1 silver each.

"I would not be a gentleman if i did not offer a lady an escort, especially one who is in a weakened state." he bows after standing once more, offering his arm. "My Lady."

"I think I'll go to bed now too. It'll be a long day tomorrow!" Jinali says and follows Selowen and Erastin

Erastin offers his other arm with a smile. "At your service."

Karathos stops the gal who brings the mead with a hand. "I cannot drink from a goblet without making a mess, could you bring me a soup bowl please?" he asks with his friendliest voice. When it is brought, he nods to Targin "I have a habit of letting my comrades measure out my drink, this way, they will not accuse me of drinking more than my share all too often" he says with a wink.

"There's more where that can from friend." Targin hoists his mug and says 'To Us!."

"To Us!" Karathos agrees and lifts his bowl. Moving a little uncautiously, he winces because he can feel he's far from being fully healed. "True, true, there's more of this, but what fills our stomachs and souls is draining our pockets. Not nearly as much as the wounds we need to get healed, though." He enjoys the mead, much more so than the last meal, but will decline to buy and drink more.

(Erastin plans to escort the ladies and return to the common room.)

Once Selowen and Jinali are safely to their rooms, Erastin returns to the common room.

"I'm going out for awhile," Galenye says as she stands from the table. She offers a small, if not strained smile upon her face as she turn to walk out of the inn. She needed to find a place to buy new lock picks.