[center][color=fff79a]Catarina La'Spada[/color][/center]

Last night was a good night. Catarina got to drink, chat, and had a friendly brawl. She didn't particularly like the dwarf mouthing off about Vivian, but Catarina couldn't bring herself to hate her. Of course if that dwarf Shayle didn't know how to mind her manners, things might get more intense. Still, after their fight Catarina went to retire to her room. Or rather, to Vivian's room; There were only so many rooms available now, and Parum suggested that Catarina watch over the dark elf. She had some mixed feelings about it, as Catarina was certain she was developing "feelings" for Vivian, though for what reasons she wasn't certain. Was this love, or merely lust? Was Vivian Catarina's damsel in distress, or was the drow just capitalizing on Catarina's honorable personality? It was hard for the merc to say. Still... For everyone's sake, it was best if Catarina guarded Vivian that night.

Slipping into the drow's room after the brawl, Catarina made herself comfortable at the foot of Vivian's bed. As tempting as it would be to slip under the sheets with her, Catarina did actually intend to protect Vivian should assassins come in the night. Besides, Catarina was no stranger to such rough accommodations. Sometimes bed was where you could sit down comfortably, and Catarina was comfortable anywhere. One hand holding onto her sword [i]Domina[/i], the warrior would fall in and out of sleep, keeping a wary ear open for anything suspicious until morning came.

Despite trying to be on watch, Catarina had a decent sleep. Her bruises and sores from the fight before were healed up and gone. Strethcing her body, soon she heard a rustle and noticed that Vivian was up. [color=fff79a]"Ah, good morning Vivian. Just woke up too did you?"[/color] As the merc turned to face Vivian, it wasn't until the light shone off Vivian's body that the mercenary realized that Vivian was naked. Catarina's face grew a bit red, but she couldn't say she didn't like what she saw. [color=fff79a]"Eh heh... I ah... I'll get us some breakfast."[/color]

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[center][color=brown]Parum[/color][/center]

Parum slept as snug as a bug last night. It helped that she managed to get some coin out of the little fight between Catarina and Shayle. Warriors were all the same: they let their fists and emotions do the talking for them, and would be fooled with simply deceit and insults. The fight would have been over shortly after it started if Parum didn't goad them on until the village militia showed up, and even then with a way with words and a bit of coin on the line, she was able to get the militia from trying to stop the fight to encourage it. Sure they lost, but they couldn't say they were cheated. Such risks were a given in a gamble.

Soon morning came and Parum was awake before sunrise. She spent the better part of the morning washing up, using a bucket and cloth to clean her body and equipment. Her daggers still had a bit of sand and blood from last night. She also used the time to go into the village and sell some of the equipment they had taken from the gnolls. Many men traded their simple wooden spears for swords and scimitars, and she managed to sell the somewhat damaged breastplate to the village smith for scrap metal. It was still just a pittance of gold, but Parum was always glad to have some. She also used the early morning to scout around to see if anyone had been snooping through the village. She was no stranger to spies and assassins, so Parum would have followed their route and see if anyone had come before her. The last thing she'd want is for her group to get jumped by more gnolls or drow assassins while en route to the temple.

After her search Parum returned to the tavern and brought breakfast for herself. Toast, eggs, nutty jam, and water. Precious water; worth more than gold in some parts. The desert wasn't known for it's fresh supply of water. It wasn't known for it's dirty water either. Truly, the town was wise to protect their oasis so greatly. She kept a mental note about it in case they need somewhere extra protective to hide out at; the oasis seemed more heavily guarded then the inn, that was for certain.