Finn calmly stood up from the bar and made his way towards the door, flicking his wrist and sending a blast of air to hold it open. Villages being attacked was his specialty. Many a village had begged him for his aid in helping them defend against goblins or bandits. Now, he wasn't exactly experienced in these monsters that the boy claimed had killed his whole village, but he figured he managed. He stepped outside, the cold air a stark contrast to the heat of the inn. He strode over to Belroch and untied him before climbing up into the saddle. He glanced over at the woman who called herself Raffy. He noticed her horse was unsaddled. "So do you prefer riding without a saddle or was there just not one in the immediate vicinity that you could steal?" he asked in a slightly condescending tone.