Deva found himself growing tired and Isaac had long since left him for a new companion. He looked around the crowded inn and the band was still playing and couples still dancing. He couldn't see Peony, but he guessed she was still with Aldor.
"Well, I guess it's off to bed for me." He said to no one in particular. He looked into his empty mug and sighed. He was tempted to get one more ale before turning in for the night, but he changed his mind.
Deva climbed up the stairs and entered the dark room. There were two beds, one had his bags on it and the other Peony's. He threw his stuff aside and laid down to get a nice long rest.
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