Darlith slept well. Not much, but she slept well. She crawled out of her bed, stretched and looked outside the window. The sun probably had shown itself over the horizon, but she couldn't see it. She breathed in the morning air and plopped down in a chair besides. She pulled her backpack near her with her leg, opened it and pulled out a small pouch and opened it. The pouch had some sort of crushed and dried plant inside. She pulled out a pipe, put the plant inside and lit it. She inhaled the smoke and smiled, closing the pouch, putting it back in the backpack and putting her gear back on. 

The inn seemed much more lively this morning, well, in comparison to how empty it was last night. Darlith walked towards the counter, past someone from the town, threw a money pouch on in, which she just snagged from a person she walked by. As this business was done, she looked around and saw Nat sitting by a table, munching on a loaf of bread. She sat down on the opposite side from him. "I hope the pipe doesn't bother you. Good morning."