Horace slows as they enter town and Dorian lets his gaze rove openly over every sight they pass. He can tell the youth behind him is hungry, and he himself is in need of a good feeding after providing for the young one the day before. Settling into an slow even pace the elder vampire uses all of his senses on the town, feeling out for anything out of the ordinary. While his natural senses leave him ill at ease, he is unable to pull out anything specific to worry about. [i]'Ah well, any step forward is a step worth taking. We can not always be lucky to find a clue with each of those steps, however that does not lessen it's value'[/i]

Smiling softly as he sees someone skirting past what appears to be an apothecary as if the place is cursed, Dorian makes it easily as the hub and keeps it in mind for later. [i]'However now, the first priority is accommodations'[/i] It does not take too long to find a place that, at least on the outside, looks to be suitable to their needs. The groom rushes out to take care of Horace as soon as Dorian dismounts, but he holds up a hand so that the middle aged man knows to wait a moment. Reaching up he helps James down, pulling him in a little tight to his side to signal that he should stay close. With a smile he gives the groom instructions to Horace's care ant takes a few satchels from his saddle bags before letting the man take him.

As soon as the man and horse disappear from view Dorian leads the way into the Inn. It is a bit rowdy in the front room, a small pub taking up most of the front room. The tone of the room is happy rather than violent and the elder vampire does his best not to roll his eyes at all the foolish behavior of intoxicated humans. [i]'There are only a handful in here, however from the noise one would assume at least a dozen'[/i] He orders their room quickly from and overworked man rushing around behind the counter and with a polite nod Dorian leads the way. He makes sure James stays in close, the nearby food more than enough to make even the elder ache for it, but his years of control keel him from gazing around hungrily.

The room is on the first floor, near the stable and a back door, of which Dorian approves of, and at the least does not stink of filth as many such lower class inn rooms tend to. It is not nearly as nice as the last room they had, having no stove, nor even a fireplace, however the stack of blankets at the foot of the bed seem to be provided for keeping warm instead. With a faint nod he sets the bags down near the bed, moving over the window to look out into the yard behind the inn. A few children can be seen catching fire bugs in the dark, the watchful eye of their mother from a lit doorway completing the scene.