Bahorel shrugs. "Jehan's living here too, at the moment. You've met him, I think--Prouvaire? Tall fellow, particular dress, blushes for no reason anyone could guess, eyes like he's looking somewhere far off and right into you at the same time?-- The tent's his idea. And the shrine--" Bahorel nods to it, maybe a little more clearly "that's to his god-friend. So it's his place as much as mine, for now."