Having the allegedly insane sage slumped in his saddle with him was, unnerving, to say the least. Sakaala had approached Emil with with the unconscious sage, her gestures implicating that the lady was to be placed with him. As it was, Emil was in no real place to argue with the lioness. The group finished their business with the remains of the lady's old house, and they made the short trek to the village, where they approached the tavern in order to rest, as Ionathan had suggested.  

Excusing himself from the group to take his horse to the stables, a stablehand who recognized the young knight from earlier that night and even offered to help him carry in Lady Genevieve. Turning the stablehand down, Emil was in the process of carrying Lady Genevieve to the front door of the tavern, when Ajax ripped the door off its hinges with little more than a grunt. The response was, as Emil guessed, not very positive, the owner grabbing at an axe and yelling at them to leave. To be fair, Ajax had never claimed subtlety to be a strong suit of his. Following this, Sakaala spoke to the tavern owner, her voice quiet, yet threatening. 

With a small sigh, Emil had decided he had had enough of this nonsense. Pausing at the door to carefully carry in Lady Genevieve without slamming her head or legs against the doorframe, Emil approached the tavern owner with a small nod. While unremembering of his name, the owner seemed to recognize the young knight from earlier that afternoon- few men strode into town wearing the blued steel of Edessan.

"Good evening sir," Emil spoke to the man, his voice soft and level, almost soothing in quality. "As my companion states, we do not seek to bring you trouble. We just desire a place to rest and eat, the events of the past few hours have been exhausting to say the least."

"Please disarm yourself sir, and we shall make our presence minimal." Emil said, having no wish to bring even more violence upon the small village.