As the situation began to lose its tension, and the atmosphere returned to something more civil, Emil's tensed muscles began to relax at last. Not that he could do much with the sage in his arms, he wouldn't be able to draw a weapon without casting the woman aside- which would've been neither polite, nor knightly of him. As a result, he breathed a sigh of relief when the barkeep put down his weapon and Ionathan paid for the rooms. 

As Ionathan excused himself to go up to one of the rooms, Emil dutifully followed the older warrior, as they entered one of the rooms, leaving the others to drink or make merry on their own. As Ionathan began to remove his armor from his body, Emil laid the sage down on one of the other beds in the room. It was of regular tavern variety, a small, wood-clad room, with empty furniture, and a table, alongside a pair of smallish beds. Ionathan had claimed one for himself, seemingly moving with little accord as he disarmed himself and promptly plopped onto the bed. Deciding the sage would be fine with Ionathan in the room, Emil quietly excused himself- unsure whether or not if the tired Ionathan heard him or not, and returned downstairs.

As he returned downstairs to the others, he only needed to stand a moment before the barkeep regarded him with a gaze, and asked him what he'd like. Emil merely shook his head, and held out a hand. He had had enough for the night, and would merely content himself with relaxing for a moment before he excused himself to one of the rooms to get some rest.

Their would-be-assailant turned ally..? Had taken a seat at the bar and sought something strong, while Ajax requested wine. It amazed Emil how nonchalant Ajax could be about... well.. everything, but he had assumed that after the experiences such a man might have gone through, none of this was particularly new or uncommon for him.