[h3]Zerul City[/h3]
There was not much else to say once they had all come to an agreement, and once the corporal had instructed two of his squadmates to stay in the alley and make sure no one got anywhere near it or the body in it and he had had his last squadmate - one of the halberdier-guardsmen - help hoist up the unconscious man who had tried to attack them and carry him, they went off towards the Drunken Dove.
The inn was not far, located on a street that branched off from the one just outside the alley they had been in, and it did not take them more than a couple of minutes to get there. The corporal commented to I'on and his companion on him being concerned for the unconscious comrade, considering how long he had been comatose for by now, but no other words were spoken until they arrived at their destination; a neat little inn with a good reputation and a chorus of voices audible even outside the door, jumbled together in one big disorderly symphony of conversations.

The corporal opened the door before the others entered, and peeked his head inside. The common room there was pretty well-populated, but not as crowded as most cheaper places would be by now, and the people that where there were a lot louder and in higher spirits than the ones that could be found in cheaper and more expensive establishments alike. There were Nemhimian refugees here, too, but only a handful or two as opposed to the dozens found in such as the Platinum Goblet; most of the patrons here were traders visiting from the other duchies or even other countries, and while some of the refugees still had a remnant of their dread and grief in their eyes, their moods generally seemed uplifted by the joviality of their fellow costumers in the inn. A trio of penin, two women and a man, shared a table with a couple of human traders in the middle of the room and were laughing amongst themselves over a game of dice, and another man and woman in fine clothing unsuitable for travel had a table to themselves, and seemed engrossed in conversation over what appeared to be glasses of wine.
One thing that stood out in the common room, however, and the thing the corporal was checking for, was the two figures that huddled together in the far right corner of the room, made all the more noticeable by the fact that everyone else in the inn seemed to keep at least half a dozen feet between themselves and those two's table at all times. One was clad in a black hooded cloak that obscured nearly all of its appearance, and who even had a piece of cloth tied around the lower half of its face as a mask. That one was short by human standards, but unusually bulky; not fat, or even remotely round, but the body just seemed oddly distorted, like the proportions were not right. The other one was perceivably female, wearing loose-fitting gray trousers and a white tunic, and while she wore a black cloak like her companion, hers was thrown back rather than drawn close, and the hood was back. Her hair was shoulder-length and was, puzzlingly, a shade of electric blue, while her left hand seemed too narrow and the fingers there too long, and the skin on the right side of her face seemed oddly flaked... in a manner that looked suspiciously like scales.
They both turned their heads to look at the new arrivals, and the light played in their two sets of mirror-like eyes... but at the same time also gleamed in the silver badges they both wore on their chests, bearing the symbol of the deo'iel which were - if one got close enough to discern finer details - surrounded by six circles.

[I]Good, they're still here,[/I] the corporal thought with a smile. [I]They'll make sure these guys don't do anything bad, and they'll know if any of them are demonspawn. I'll them deal with these guys, and I can concentrate on doing actual guard-work.[/I]
"Here we are," he said, gesturing for the unconscious man to be brought inside. "Don't leave the city without notifying the Ducal Guard for the next few days, sirs; we may have more questions concerning the murder of this... Blue?"