You say goodnight.

After a moment's pause, you let go of the thought of trying to get her to stay the night. {if Virgin = True}You're not really sure you want your first time to be with some random delivery girl, anyway...and you wouldn't know exactly how to make a move on her even if you did. You'll just try not to die! {endif}"Goodnight, Aline. Thank you," you say.

"Goodnight! Enjoy. Oh, if you're not planning to be back in town tomorrow night, just leave the dishes outside the door. Boris or I will collect them when we make our rounds, and you won't be charged for dinner."

"Thanks," you say, and she's gone, skirt swishing over your threshold as the rickety door closes behind her.

It's a quiet night: you tuck into your stew and roll, which are at least hearty if only...somewhat hot, at this point. You suppose you can't blame anyone for that, being the (probably) the cheapest customer and at the very edge of town to boot. When you're done, you {if Fighter = True}do a quick workout{elseif Mage = True}spend an hour or so reading{elseif Thief = True}do some stretches{elseif Healer = True}meditate to center yourself{elseif Bard = True}strum your lute idly, practicing your scales and some tunes for an hour or so{endif}, then head to bed. Blowing out your candle, you settle into an anxious sleep, tossing and turning in anticipation of the important day to come.