Once the group of Orcs was defeated, James put away his guitar and simply disappeared into the forest as he continued towards the inn. He slowly opened the door, and smiled as he stepped inside. He looked around. This place was actually really nice, despite being hidden deep in the woods. He glanced around at the ladies that worked there. He'd gotten around enough to almost instantly notice what race they were. Nymphs. His smile almost changed into a smirk, but he kept it just a normal smile. He'd had some...delightful experiences with nymphs in the past.