Two bodies fell, landing in what would be an exceedingly uncomfortable position for them, were they conscious. There was no characteristic sound of broken bones or dislocated joints, not that the paladin would particularly care either way. An inconspicuous writhing of the shoulders indicated that Lex was somewhat relaxed, now that the group had reached a somewhat safe area. Speaking of which, despite being noticeably calmer, numerous dead-eyed glances being continuously cast around the room revealed that he was still very much alert and awaiting further conflict. The inn he was lead to did not seem to house the best of characters, and Lex was already suspicious of the patrons and their intentions. The barkeep, though, seemed to be a different matter altogether. Although the man visibly narrowed his eyes, examining the latter as he conversed with the group's feline, something told him that if the party was desperate enough to rely on anyone in the immediate surroundings, it would be that tiefling.

 Lex walked over to the keep, and after examining him with a vacant stare, he slid an additional five gold at his general direction. A few seconds passed, and the paladin remained immobile. Then, without so much as a word, he returned to the two battered heaps and grabbed them by their overshirts, lifting part of them off the ground. Still fixated on the barkeep, he simply waited there, perhaps expecting the apparent owner of the establishment to present the party's keys.