Ionathan may have been preoccupied with his own thoughts, or even the attempt at sleep, so much so that he may not have heard the continuing commotion just below him, the whispering in the halls, the gasps of excitement and awe of the other patrons. Yes, there was a lot of distrust in the area, however they were like celebrities at this point. This very well may have been the most exciting day in this tavern for most of its regular patrons. 

Of course it didn't help Jarkson at all. He rather enjoyed his quiet life. Business had been good, business had been easy for a while. But when that wench showed up and erected her cottage just along the end of the road, well, odd things began happening. And his slow and easy business started taking a dive. Regulars started disappearing, the whole town was spooked. There was a time where you couldn't find a dry seat in the house. Now, it was a lowly lit, dive, entertainment was scarce and the food was ok. And if Ionathan payed attention, there were only 6 rooms within the establishment. 

Speaking of, shortly after his arrival into the humbly furnished room, shortly after his routinely undressing and creeping towards the door to slumber, there was a rapping at his own. "Pardon me sir, I gots yer dinner." The words poured out in a meek voice just beyond the solid wooden door.

Downstairs, Jarkson glanced towards Ajax. "It seems your friends have covered ya. Whaddya want?", he said, cup in hand, ready to pour another drink. His eyes drifted to the last man standing of the group. A young lad, couldn't barely out of his youth. A knightly looking fellow, his armor gleaming bright, causing specs of light to dance in the rusted room in which they all stood. "And you?" He asked a bit more directly this time. He had barely noticed the little one asleep, until she muttered something, her voice was clearly not something he'd expect, he thought she was but a child. Regardless, sound asleep she was, and so a mouth he didn't have to worry about being fed this evening.

In truth, it wasn't them he worried so much about. The Knights were knightly, sure, generous even and down to the point. The darkly clad woman seemed nice enough, but it was those types he knew to usually be the opposite. The hulking man before him could surely pop a mans head off with a gentle squeeze, so despite the lack of weapons and clothing, he was certainly a threat. But he got the no nonsense vibe from him, and being that he was willing to do work to earn his keep, any thoughts of mischief from this one quickly vanished. But it was the beastly woman who he feared most of all. And she returned his distrust in kind. As she removed herself from the crowd rounded by the bar, Jarkson removed her from his thoughts, but only so much to keep up with his duties. She may have been out of his sights, more so from avoidance of looking her way, but she would not be from his mind. He would just have to sleep with one eye open tonight, if he could get any at all. 

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