Aleron brushed off his shoulders. He smiled at the thought of his present situation: complete strangers, all uniting together--because of a crime! He chuckled. It was just like one of the stories his mother would say to encourage him to talk more.
He considered Gen's request of where to eat, but he didn't know. He did know, however, that he no longer had any money. And he didn't believe it fit to ask Lorin for money either, since he had given it to her as a gift. And, as they all turned down his proposal, he decided that he couldn't kill animals either. Though his hatred was boiling at the creatures, he was far too afraid to return, or face anything else of the sort.
"Are there any inns nearby? I mean, there is the one we just came from, but it looked very full and I for one do not have a place to sleep in this evening," He said.
That's right; he hadn't considered that before. It was after sunset and he had no resting place. No money, no shelter; what was he to do? At least he had a meal for the night, but he had no source of income.
He pondered whether or not there was anything he could do for money. He had never tries his hand at the lute, and it hadn't looked that hard when Inigo played it. He could steal...no, that wouldn't do. Lorin had grown so emotional, and even she stole only out of desperation. Gen carried a sword, so perhaps he was a Sellsword. Aleron had become somewhat good at offensive magic, so he could try his hand there. Ah, but he remembered what Gen had said prior: "I fight competitively." Maybe Aleron could do that.
He groaned from the headache he was developing, and started having regrets on leaving his village.
"Why don't we just eat here," he said, gesturing to the inn they had come from. "I can think about my other issues later. Right now, I'm hungry."