"Right." Sophia looked towards Gareth, agreeing that they should find somewhere to stay. She turned towards the doorway, but stopped, turning on a heel. "No, wait, there's one thing I wanted to get..." She walked back into the room, and opened the door that led to what had been Jezin's quarters. The room was dark, but she quickly found what she was looking for. Sitting on a nearby table was a helmet made of a brass-colored metal with a long red plume protruding from it's top. If Taggerung had taken Jezin the way he'd evidently taken Jorun and Alia, his body would probably never be seen again. The helmet was the only reminder of the man who had protected her. She picked it up and walked back out of the room, cradling the mass of metal beneath her arm. She returned to Gareth in the corridor. "Do you think anyone would even lend us a room?" With the state of things, she found that unlikely, though maybe someone would show them mercy. She felt fatigue beginning to take hold of her, and her eyelids felt heavy. Every time they shut though, she saw that face, staring into her soul.