He holds up two fingers, then a third when he realizes that he's missing a thing. Completely unphased by the stare. "Two days, three nights." Just thinking about it makes him feel tired again so he rests his forehead back on the cool surface of the table. "Never been so happy to see the tent."

Because, camping. They were too exhausted to even make it to an inn. The haven was right there. "No idea. There was only the one," he replies. He'd be more than happy to spitball ideas about the bayard shapes if he weren't so drunk. "Only reason we went there is because the daemons stole one of my family's glaives from his tomb. The Jabberwock ate it."

Yeah; try not to think too hard about that one, Shiro.