"Thanks. It'll only be a little while." James said, ascending the stairs. He re-entered his bedroom, then stripped off his armor, leaving himself in a plain shirt and breeches. The metal gear and surcoat lay in a pile as James collapsed backwards onto a mattress.

"That was some fight, Anya," he yawned. "But your papa won. I think we should go to bed now, though. We gotta search this town same as the others, and that means tomorrow's gonna be busy."