That seemed a good idea. It was, after all, quite late, considering how long they had been dancing. Joshua noted the bard's sudden nervousness, a sign her defenses were still down and the smith was unwilling to exploit the opening as the pair approached the canvas structure.
The tent was fairly spacious, held up in the middle by a tall pole with eight shorter poles reinforcing the walls. The enclosure was internally partitioned by thickly quilted dividers that hung between the posts, creating a pair of quarters (a comically appropriate term in this case) on the side opposite the entrance. The travelers' sparse luggage had been arranged about the entry, illuminated by a lantern that hung from a simple cord near the ceiling. Joshua sensed, rather than saw the flame of the other two, hanging in their respective bedrooms...
"I...guess we have our own rooms," the smith said, dumbly. He advanced toward one of the open flaps before pausing to turn to his companion. "I...will be right over here if you need anything," he added, not wholly certain of his words.
