Penrod grunted in reply, and felt less nervous as his liquid was taking more affect. As much as he wanted to rest, this place seemed very odd. There were some very strangely dressed people here, that carry weird contraptions where a person's weapon should be. But as he glanced once more at the man, he realized that the man wouldn't exactly take no as an answer.
	Oh well. It would be nice for him to sleep on a soft bed for a change. He unsheathed one of his twin daggers. They needed to be sharpened and cleaned of dry blood again. Penrod made up his mind to stay, but just overnight. Then he would be on the move again.