Rorick wheeled his way into the city. He had just spent quite a while travelling, and boy where his arms tired. He sighed as he came to a slow stop. People walking past often shot odd glances his away. The more brash pointed, the less whispered to others. But that wasn't too unusual. His chair drew attention in some places...Rorick rubbed her arms up and down, putting some warmth and forced relaxation into their worn muscles. Not really knowing where they were going they scanned the area as they did this. Not spotting any inn or holding house in the immediate area he made the decision to extend an olive branch. "Excuse me!" She called out to one of the nearest passer-by's, nearly making them drop their basket of bread. The woman gave a somewhat worried look to the chair-bound individual. After a few lingering seconds they managed to speak. "Y-yes?" Quite the linguist it seemed. "I'm very sorry to bother, but would you be able to point me to somewhere I may spend the night?" The boy spoke politely and softly, hoping not to make the woman any more off-put than she already was. "...Down that road there...Take a turn on the second right." After the departed knowledge and eternity long stare, she went off to whatever business she had before their exchange. Rorick thanked her, and sighed once more. A new town, a new adventure..."I suppose off I go." She began moving himself closer towards the supposed inn. Going down the given directions he found a small place, light filtered out of closed shutters and the faint voices could be heard inside. It seemed lively enough. Rorick strained his eyes to read the sign in the ever looming dark. "The Green-bog inn...charming." He commented to himself, before rolling in. 

Meeting some more odd stares, he managed to quiet things down a bit. He made i through the door and took a once over of the place. Faces, often of older men, were looking back at him. One table had a card game going on, they all seemed to wear similar outfits, perhaps collegues of some sort. Another table was a young woman with scrolls and a staff at her side, next to a man in a robe and masked face. Interesting place for a meeting of minds..."A night in any open room please." Rorick stated once he rolled up to the counter. The tall and bearded man with sunken in eyes behind the counter gave him a stoic up and down, then nodded and took the coins placed in front of him. Getting a key he thanked the man and looked to where he was pointed. A narrow yet long set of stairs presented themselves, making the only path up to the rooms. It seemed the bottom floor was all used to for the common rooms. "I...suppose a drink wouldn't hurt." He added another coin to the pay, and sidled up against a table. The night was unfortunately, still young...