Septus frowns at the given answer. "A little curiosity wouldn't kill you, Rickard. Besides," Septus looks off into the forests and turns back to Rickard. "What kind of fool would seek shelter in the Blasted Lands? Maybe you're right. It matters little I suppose. Let's just put some speed behind it before the sun is completely gone." With that he ends the conversation and gives his horse free reign once more, galloping off.

After two hours of riding, the sun slowly starts to disappear behind the trees. Off in the distance can be seen some lights. They were close to the tavern Septus spoke of. As the two approach, a couple of horses could be seen stalled outside. Septus get's off his horse and ties the reigns to the pole, allowing his horse to drink. He walks up to the door and waits for his partner to catch up. Before they enter, Septus whispers in Rickards ear: "Let's not repeat that whole ordeal we did last time." He then swings open the door and enters the taphouse. 

Some people look up as they enter, but quickly focus back to their own business as they see the seal of the Inquisition pinned on their chests. He quickly walks up to the bar and slams his hand flat on it to catch the attention of the bartender who was talking to some other guest. The bartender quickly walks up the Septus and looks kind of afraid. "Aah... Most honorable guardians of our faith. What can I help you with tonight?" Septus looks over his shoulder at Rickard and raises an eyebrow. That was more flattery then usual. He looks back at the bartender and tries to sound warm, which he is clearly not adept at. "Ah, good bartender. We would like to hire two rooms for the night. One for me, and one for my partner and his... friends."