Nat went to his room to sleep thinking of the words Darlith said. [i]"This woman knew my mother. And she seems the closest thing that I found to her in ages."[/i]. He didn't even take off his clothes, just unbuckled the sword, bow and quiver. The sleep found him fast -- Nat was used to regain his strength from just a few hours of sleep. He opened his eyes only at the moment the first sunlight crept up through the window and touched his eyes. Rubbing his eyes, the sellsword put his weapons back on him and went back to the main hall of the inn. 

There were a couple of townsfolk there, but they seemed rather shocked by the events of the night, thus they only exchanged fearful whispers. Innkeeper glanced at Nat who was coming to his bar counter. The half elf put some coins on the counter and said "For the room and for some food. Preferably a loaf of bread." As the innkeeper nodded reluctantly and went to bring what was asked of him, Nat sat on nearby tabletop waiting for the Elven woman Darlith. At the same time the sellsword looked into his pouch and counted his coins - he had enough for about a week.[i]Need to find an actually paid job.[/i] he thought and sighed.