After a half a night of countless awkward stares, five different men trying to start a fight with him, a dozen or so of the pearl's workers trying to offer him their 'services', and one extraordinary drunken elven woman trying to hire him for a night of 'oxman riding' Katari decided to turn in for the evening. With only a nod to Altha to show that he was turning in the Qunari went to the room that was marked as his. 

Part of Saarebas training, though conditioning would be a better word for it, was being able to function with the lest amount of sleep possible as the Qunari saw the danger of allowing their mages prolonged interaction with the Fade even in just their dreams. So Katari knew that all he would need about three hours to tied him over for the journey to the Templar stronghold. 

Katari examined the room he was given, it was obviously decorated to "arose interest" of the pearl's common clientele which only beg to the question why was the bed so beg if not made for more than two. But the Qunari pushed the thoughts from his head and moved himself to the bed, setting his satchel and staff beside the bed. He didn't bother to remove his armor out of the habit of having to be ready to move at any moment.

It didn't take long before Katari was asleep and the dreams were upon him. The blood, the screams, the life fading from their beautiful bright eyes, the rage he felt, the feel of men's bones breaking under his grip, the arrow the pierced his chest, the red haired woman that saved him from the jaws of death, the reason he was here. All of it flooded his mind as he slept, making him more than thankful when he awoke the next morning.

Katari exited his room after gathering his belongings and made his way back to the main room which was occupied by two of the elves from the night before. He gave them a nod as he made his way over to them.