Turning, Joshua gave Tara an apologetic smile. "I didn't mean to imply otherwise. The room is still open to you." The smith's focus slid to the master, adding, "I assume that's not a problem?"
The tavern master shrugged. "Not my place to say what people can do at night."
Blushing, the young man snapped, with more embarrassment than anger, "That's not what I meant." The older man simply waved him off, heading upstairs with his daughter, who herself seemed embarrassed by the turn of the conversation. Deciding not to push things, Joshua just shook his head and showed Tara to his rented chamber.
It was not a large room, so not much would fit inside. The door swung inward, revealing only three pieces of furniture: the small bed which looked looked just big enough for one person (or two if they lay very close together), a chair with a pile of blankets on it, and a small table that carried a small candle and a large knife, hilt within easy reach of the chair. The sword from earlier hung beside the door, awaiting its owners return.