[center][h3][b]I'onriyi Stonehand[/b][/h3][/center][hr]

After a mercifully brief walk they arrived at the inn, much to I'on's relief. On the way there he had debated whether he would stay to talk for a moment with the assassin, or if he'd head straight home after dealing with their accommodations. He decided on the latter. Noting the corporal's peering and Ixion's observation, I'on waited a few moments for the guard to remove himself from the doorway and address them. When the man had finished, he simply nodded in response, smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your time and consideration." He bowed his head slightly in a show of respect, then strode past both guard and assassin, his feet taking him into the Drunken Dove.

Several of the inn's attendants and customers had peered at the door upon it being opened, and then held open, so it was no surprise that their eyes trained on the penin as he entered. However, I'on gave them no attention even as he heard some whispers, followed by laughter, and others filled with apprehension or recognition. People in this city knew his face, it was as simple as that.

This of course included the innkeeper. However, before he addressed the man, I'on cast his eyes back to the door and motioned for his companions to follow, well...companion, considering one was quite unconscious--which I'on had also began to think was somewhat worrisome. Once Ixion had neared, likely with the other man in tow, the penin looked back up towards the innkeeper--his expression serious as he did so. [b]"Hello, if you've got a room with two beds to spare, I'd like to purchase it for these two,"[/b] he jabbed a thumb back at the assassin and the unconscious man over his shoulder. As a thought came to him, he looked back at the two as well, [b]"How long? At most I'll pay for seven days."[/b]

He knew the place was more expensive than some inns, but still had a reasonable price in regards to this sort of thing. He wasn't sure how the innkeeper would react though, as he'd only interacted with the man several times before. Sometimes for business, but more often during one of his indulgent nights where he allowed himself a few rounds of drink.

He couldn't recall the man's name, unfortunately, though that was both due to his fatigue and the fact that most times he'd interacted with the man he'd been...less than sober. It was a bit of an embarrassing truth really. Hopefully the man was not the type to jeer at such things.