Arus resisted frowning. It seemed no matter where you went everyone still wanted a drink. He put on a smile, "Well I'll keep your offer in mind though no doubt we will be busy for some time with accommodations and what not." He paused when he heard the cry of zombie from someone on the wall. He really should learn what to call the many races that lived here, no doubt it would be troublesome if he didn't learn them sooner or later. He considered riding out, it seemed they had nothing to do here until Robin returned and they knew what to do. Therefor it would be selfish not to attempt to help remove the risen, though no doubt there were enough guards on the wall to deal with it.

  "At the moment though it seems that my aid could be used, farewell for now." he said offering a wave to the "Sword Saint", quite an impressive title, perhaps he could learn something from the old man, even if he did seem to have a habit of drinking. He turned his horse setting it at a canter as it ran out the gates. He saw the source of the trouble and immediately set his horse to a sprint, the risen would no doubt be killed by the time he arrived but if there were more it would be troublesome. Of course fighting from horseback wasn't his specialty so he would jump off when he got close enough.