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Noj tilted his head, chuckled, and patted the nearest horse's mane. "I'll name him Fluffy." Eying the woman he sighed. "Yes I have a horse, though I didn't plan on paying the housing fee. My plan for the storm was to weather it at the inn but that doesn't appear to be happening." Walking outside, he sniffed the air, and looked at the clouds before walking back in. "But don't worry, it'll blow itself out by the end of the night, so we could go shelter it in a cave about a mile out of town, that may or may not have bears in it, or we could sit here and chill with the horses, or you in all your graciousness could pay for a room for us to stay in, and don't worry, I've been properly spaded so I won't start humping you in the middle of the night." Laughing to himself, not really caring if she found it funny, Noj meandered to his actual horse, a rather majestic looking Black warhorse with a white mane that he had received during his tour with the Andoran military, and decided to keep afterward. "Anyway princess, the choice is up to you."

Noj did an eloquent bow and followed after, fingers laced and resting behind his head as he walked. It made his fingers cold, but eh, they were going back inside. Maybe his hopes for a bar fight would be answered. He doubted it. Despite his normally demeanor Noj still cast a rather intimidating shadow. Even if he wasn't overly muscular, it was still evident he had a solid frame, and had his blade. The only thing that detracted was that he still looked like a man just breaking into manhood, the only thing that contradicted it was an occasional deep look in his eyes that betrayed his apparent age. Noj was good at acting immature and stupid. Admittedly it wasn't all acting.

Noj couldn't help but chuckle either. It wasn't a particularly humorous event, but eh, spreading mirth wouldn't hurt. Especially since a lot of these men was most likely sharpening knives for him. He spotted the rat faced man that he diced with, and gave a friendly wave, that got a rather satisfying scowl in return. Almost one to be proud of. It was his fault for trying to pull him over. Eying the innkeeper, he couldn't help but speak up. "Just so you know she's the one paying, and I'm the one whoring myself for a cloak, I don't want there to be any confusion about how loose I am when warmth is concerned." It was the truth, depending on the twist of the words. He was whoring his navigational ability and overall deal with trouble, er 'stay out of trouble' skills, for a cloak. It made him giggle. Almost.

Noj couldn't help but chuckle, following after her to the staircase. The looks they were getting just so happened to be priceless. And he had to admit this Cellyn girl was good at holding a joke. Most woman would have run away, or slapped him. Most probably slapped him. As he entered the room, he grabbed the sitting chair and wedged it under the door handle tightly. The only way anyone was getting in was with an axe, or channeling he supposed. But he wasn't on any Aes Sedai or Asha'man calling cards that he knew of thankfully. Eying the bed it was rather small, they'd have to be on top of each other in order for them to both fit. Whatever, there was a rug, if ratty, on the ground, and the two cloaks together were rather comfortable. "So do you have any over all plan as to where we're going princess? Besides generally southward?"

"Ruff ruff grrrr. I'm plenty an animal, see? I have fleas." Noj inspected the contents of the fireplace, noting the soggy nasty materials and no kindling. Sigh. Pulling out some flint, mostly for show, he piled the wood together and began striking the stones together, letting a little bit of Saidin flow into him, just a small trickle of Fire to dry the wood and actually lite it, though not enough to be noticeable by observation. It was annoying but it eventually worked. "Alright, whatever, the easier my living is to come across the better." Dragging the rug over, he folded it so that the holes were covered and then wrapped up in his cloak. "Night Princess, please don't take advantage of me in my helplessness otherwise I just won't know what to do."

Noj let the cloak hit his head, rolling around until it was positioned under his head as a pillow. he didn't feel like unwrapping himself. "What are you talking about, livestock don't care about my mouth at all. The only down side is that gnawing on sod is difficult without the proper teeth unfortunately." It was a half-hearted comment. He was quite comfortable by the fire, even if it was on a raggedy rug on top of a hard wood floor. Eh, better than stone, or a bunch of tiny rocks that always manage to poke your side.

Noj didn't retort, for he was already pretending to be asleep, er asleep, whatever. He was a bit of a light sleeper anyhow, his life hadn't exactly been...restful. He tended to wake up to every creak of a floor board, to the point that at some unnamed hour he started pacing, or more rolling on the floor (he was warm!) to burn energy. And before he knew it the morning had arrived. As he predicted the storm had blown through and besides another foot or so of snow on the ground(ugh) travel was possible. Not that he wanted to get out of his cocoon of cloaks and rug pieces. He'd just wait for Cellyn to get up and force him out.