Gareth placed his bow and quiver down on the table next to Sophia's things, and he unhooked the sword from his belt, the sword also on the table now. Harker sat down on the other bed slowly, and however tired he was, he didn't feel like he could sleep just yet. An oil lamp kept the room lit in the corner, and he rose to blow it out, but after that he lied on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Thoughts plagued his head, and he rubbed his eyes, him stifling a deep and loud yawn. Even upstairs he could still hear some of the muffled activity downstairs.