Miriam smiles, she wants to celebrate.

Miriam smiles as Annecks concedes, paying for a round of drinks. And another. And another.

At some point, the bar feels too much. you want to head up to your room and sleep in the Inn bed, something much better than the usual campfire, cavern or dungeon resting place.

Miriam has a similar Idea, you see her pay for a room then grab your hand.

"I don't need to make demands, do I?"

You shake your head and let her drag you upstairs, away from the others. She wanders down the hall and opens her key to a simple, single bed.

"Close the door," she orders. you shut it behind you, absent-mindedly. Your focus is undoing your armour.

She sees you working off your chestplate and smiles coyly, undoing her metal greaves. "Good, I don't have to take the lead the whole time."

Metal rattles in protest at being flung to the floor. She's more careful with her runic armour, placing it beside herself.

Soon, you are both in your underclothes.