The bartender quickly gets out two keys and hands them over to Septus. "Anything else, your holiness?" Septus points at a table. "Yes. A meal would do. For me, my partner and his dogs. Oh, and fill the through outside with oat for our horses as well while you're at it." He gets out three golden Cinders from one of his many pouches and puts them on the counter. "That should suffice." He turns around and heads for the table. He pulls the chair back and sits down. The bartender his eyes widen as he quickly grabs the coins and stuffs them in his pockets. "It will be right there, milord!"

He folds his hands together and places them beneath his chin as Rickard sits down opposite from him. "Right Rickard. Let's eat, sleep and leave in the morning as soon as we can. Just don't try to hit another one of the patrons because they accidentally stepped on the tail of your dog like last time. And do sleep on time. No midnight walks with the dogs." He looks at his legs for a second before letting out a sigh. "I'm... sorry, Rickard. You're a full-fledged Inquisitor and my friend. I should stop acting like your mother." He cracks his fingers and looks back up. "Hope the food is better then last time."

The bartender, carrying two plates of food, walks over to the table and places the plates down. The plates hold some potatoes, a small steak and some asparagus. All in all, the meal looks decent. The bartender quickly walks off and comes back with a jug of water and two cups. He bows his head and leaves the two to their meal.