"Why wouldn't they be friendly?" Kaleeth asked just as the pack entered the inn, though the first glance inside revealed it to be more of a tavern than anything. It was rather crowded, with most of the tables filled along with the bar. The clientele were certainly more rough than they were used to. Most of them looked to be a bit better off than the homeless people they saw squatting in collapsed buildings, but not by much. From their worn, dirty clothes and general demeanor, most of them appeared to be laborers, unskilled workers that would do any job. Without exception, all of the patrons were either drinking, or were already drunk, and one was even openly smoking skooma in the corner. All-in-all, it was not a place that Meesei would normally want to stay, but it was the cheapest option they had. As usual, Meesei was the one who approached the barkeeper, who she assumed also handled rooms. 

[i]"What can I get for you?"[/i] The barkeeper, a dark blue-scaled Argonian man, asked without giving her a chance to speak.

[i]"Actually, we're not here for drinks, we would like rooms for the night"[/i] Meesei answered. 

[i]"Wait, rooms? Huh, that's rare. Hold on, how much do those cost again..."[/i] He muttered to himself as he reached beneath the counter to grab his ledger.

Kaleeth did not need Janius to answer to tell what he meant. This "tavern" place made her feel uncomfortable. It wasn't so much the crowd, but rather the kind of people in it. Despite what Janius said, she couldn't help but to look at them, and for a few of the Argonian men, she could feel their eyes on her. She didn't like the way they were looking at her and it was starting to make her uncomfortable. It was quite fortunate that she was not in danger of turning at the moment, otherwise she would have been making a break for the door.