Marren sighed, rolling over on his rather flat straw mattress. The heat and humidity was something he was not accustomed to, being from the southern continent, and it showed, he was sweating and uncomfortable even with his coat and shirt off. The fact that the house they were in was not built to accommodate this many people did not help despite the open windows. In fact, that maybe made trying to sleep worse due to the insects chirping in the most inconvenient of times. 

Marren grumbled and rolled over again in a futile attempt to get comfortable. [i]'Shame the damn pervert didnt have a hammock. People should use those things more often' [/i]

Getting nowhere in trying to sleep Marren sat up and walked towards the one open window in the room, which he was supposed to be sharing with their new priest friend. The latter however seemed to have disappeared going by the empty bed. The corsair though didn't really much care, he had peace of mind whenever that man was not near him. Through the window on the second floor of the priest's home he could see a small part of the village and the jungle around it. 

It was a relatively small place with what he estimated were around two or three hundred inhabitants. There was no tavern, for who would it serve? And elves generally weren't up for the style of drunken revelry the people Ari were accustomed to on a daily basis. There was also a small market and a smithy, along with what Marren assumed was the residence of the local big-wig. Aside from those the village was bare, not that he expected much.

Sighing Marren put on his shirt and boots, took his cutlass and left the room. [i]'A walk would be nice'[/i]. Downstairs was where the rest of the party were sleeping and Marren made sure to tip-toe quietly so as to not wake them. They had all had a rough past few days and sleep was very much in demand. Once he got down there he noticed Maria was nowhere to be seen but she had left her armour, though not her sword it seemed. Considering what he was up to he assumed Maria was doing the same. 

[i]'Or maybe nature called...'[/i] Was a flashing thought before he shook it away, replacing it with an image of her in a certain red dress. [i]'Stay silent about that? You ask too much of a pirate madam'[/i]. 

He gently opened and closed the door, careful not to alert the elf in their company as he made his way outside. Out here the world seemed much louder but the air less stuffy, the light of the moon and stars barely enough to see in front of him but Marren managed. He walked in no particular direction, following the dirt road that ran through the village as he contemplated about nothing in particular.