Golden eyes peer out from the underbrush nearby the Inn. He lets out a growl and shifts back into human form, rolling his shoulders in ache. He pulls on his pants and pulls his jacket back on over the top of his bare chest while hiking up a leather bag sitting down next to him. He shrugs it onto his shoulder and heads toward the Inn.

Asher walks inside and looks around with a sigh. For now, this will have to do. He looks at the front desk clerk and asks, "You got a bar around here?" The clerk, as Asher senses, fearfully nods and points in the direction of the bar. Asher thanks him with a dip of his head and heads out toward the bar. He sees the pretty little blue haired girl and smirks before hooking a stool at the bar with his foot and pulling it out toward him. He sits down and orders a water. The bartender hands it to him and he turns back around, looking over the area of his newfound home. At least for a couple days.