Nat nodded to the approaching Darlith "Rise and shine." he said, carefully rolling half of a loaf of bread into a fabric, then placing the roll into his backpack. When asked about the pipe, he waved Darlith's concern off "I'm okay with that." In truth the half elf was burning with the desire to know more about his mother, but he did not want to rush things. The appearing time of this elf was somewhat too good to be true and the sellsword knew that, even though not many, there were people in this world that wanted him dead. Thus Nat told her a couple of his secrets -- to gain her trust, but not all of them -- to not allow to be manipulated.

"We should go. If you want to get some supplies or finish your pipe, catch up with me." he said and went out of the tavern. Making his way to the northern part of town, Nat looked around. The town seemed smaller than he thought at night. Only a few souls were seen around after what happened and only a few of them didn't hide seeing Nat approaching. The parts he reached after a dozen minutes of walk have already resembled the outskirts more than the town itself. The forest trees were more common than buildings around here. 

"This was the place that was hit by Fusos' raiding party the most." Nat said looking around "Seeing that everything seems calm around, they must've found something". Some buildings here seemed fine. Others, however, had their doors broken out, some had their windows smashed. The most unfortunate ones were burned. "Likely, these are the ones, that did not have their doors opened. Most of inhabitants must've been sleeping." he mumbled looking at the ransacked part of town.