Having nothing to do, and with the keys being nowhere in sight, Lex retrieved some rope from his bag and tied the two cutthroats together, securing their hands behind their backs and making two connected loops around each one's neck. Judging by his nonchalant approach, he found nothing particularly jarring about restraining these two in public. As he completed the neck-bindings, which were admittedly somewhat tricky, some chatter caught his attention, mainly the tavernmaster dispensing orders, apparently at the rest of the inn's guests and after that... An offer for a drink? It seemed like the feline and the halfbreed had taken initiative, if the mention of his recent struggles was any indication. Yet, he noticed that mere moments later, the tiefling had procured keys to their rooms. Seeing the elf and Arthera withdraw, he briefly gave Araerys a vacant look before dragging the two bound thugs to the nearest room, leaving his mug where it lay.

 Moments later, the sound of Lex's slow, thumping steps grew louder as he approached the counter, his hammer still firmly in hand. He took a moment to consider his surroundings and slowly took a seat on a stool close to the other two, with highly ungraceful movements that made it seem as if the man was quite unaccustomed to the current situation. Grabbing the mug, he examined it for a second and took a long, drawn-out swig, before addressing Yvah. "[i]Nearly[/i] died." he said while staring at the opposing wall, having recalled the statement she made not too long ago. His monotone voice made it hard to tell, but it seemed like a crude attempt at jesting. Twisting on his stool with a clatter, he peered around the room once more, inspecting the numerous patrons, and shortly thereafter returned to his drink, downing another mouthful effortlessly. 
[hider=Effects] Lex tied the two crooks up, and dragged them to the nearest party-owned room. Judging by a roll of [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/3161]0[/url], he didn't do such a good job.[/hider]