Ajax grinned quite obviously as the confrontation between Regina and Isabeau finally came to pass, leaning against one of the few piles of refuse tall enough for him to comfortably rest his elbow upon. Had he had some popcorn it would have completed a very common modern image, but alas there was no food to be found. If he was dissapointed by the peaceful resolution it didn't show, instead he shrugged at Isabeau. "That went pretty well didn't it", he said without expecting an answer back. And besides, something else had already taken his attention. He would forever remember the image of the beastwoman helping the halfling up into her backpack.

He did, however, roll his eyes at the talk of more wizards. It was funny to him how the root of the problem was magic and now they were resorting to magic to try and fix it. No wonder they'd been trying unsuccesfully for so long. These thoughts occupied his mind as they made their way to the inn, which was obviously closed and barred. Strangers in town, a storm, chaos on the hill and inhuman noises culminating with the collapse of the house. It would have been truly bizarre for it to be open and operating as though nothing had happened. Starting to get tired of all the nonsense, Ajax simply pulled the door apart while the owner screamed in terror.