The [i]scriiiiitch, slaaaaatch[/i] sounds of dragging feet followed the party as Yvah pulled the rodent scoundrel behind her. A few more heads turned in their direction at the sound, mostly donning faces of mild shock or disgust as they immediately were met with the sight of a dripping, scarlet catfolk hauling a corpse behind her. Some were were surprisingly nonplussed about the whole affair after their curiosity was sated, which seemed to become a more frequent response the closer they were to their destination. Some, on the other side of the spectrum, had immediately taken off in the other direction. Fetching guards, one might assume. Yvah's pace quickened to send her ahead of the party, keeping within eyeshot. 

Once faced with the entrance to the tavern, Yvah dropped the dead weight to the ground and raised her staff toward the wooden portal. A peculiar pattern of rapid pats and hard strikes rapped against the door. A moment passes. [i]Click, slide, latch[/i] and the door inches open. A gentle push of the staff sets the door swinging wide open, leaving room for Yvah to heft the mouse man through. 

A greeting was passed to her and she seemed visibly relieved to see the fiendish visage step into view. "I come in here two years later, soaked in blood and dragging a ratfolk behind me, and you don't even offer a drink?" she snaps her fingers a few times at the air beside her hip, "Where have your manners gone, Racchus?" She seemed oddly stern as she said this, but after a moment of suspense she drops the act and brims with delight.