Ceria, for one, did not relax when she entered the inn, for what she soon read in Elvish and Common as "The Homely Kobold."  The inn was anything but homely.  Beneath the kobold on the door, the name of the establishment as mentioned prior was scrawled into the wood.  Her eyes caught on a line of elvish further down that had been vehemently scratched out.  It had been awhile since Ceria had been back in her homeland, but the flowing script seemingly only mirrored the name of the establishment as written above.  A shudder ran through the elf's body as she realized at least some in this place were anti-elf.  

Anti-elf movements were not new to the world as a whole, but they were fairly new to Ceria who had previously preferred to keep to herself out in the wilderness for a long period of time.  On the rare occasions she had ventured into town to trade for supplies, she had not experienced any such racism or hate nor seen such outward displays like this.  This all the more  reinforced her desire to leave the city as soon as possible.  Thankfully the kirjan had at least brought them closer to the edge.  

As Ceria was considering turning right back around and going outside to sleep in a tree for the night, her shudder caused her to sway on her feet and to bump toward Daisy's shoulder as she waved at Yvah.  [i]Crap, I'm more tired than I thought. The last thing I need is any more of this physical contact business.[/i] Her left arm already hurt like hell and any brief brush with something the likes of even the tiefling was bound to set the covered wound screeching in pain again.