As Zaino put on a shirt for the first time in what seemed like an entire week, he felt complete; no longer did he feel the embarrassment of being exposed. His gauntlet fitted around his left hand, freshly washed like the rest of his clothing. He sighed, forming a fist and releasing it several times to allow his fingers to readjust to the accessory and lowering his arms to his side, sighing. He wondered why Ambra had been quick to believe his words; the very idea of her being able to trust him without suspicion that he would go against his word. [i]What is with this woman?[/i] He looked down at where his shirt had been a tattered and bloody mess, and seeing it all patched up and sewn back to a pristine condition, he grumbled as he trotted down the stairs.[b]"What a drag."[/b]

Walking outside of the inn, Zaino folded his arms as he 'joined' the group, walking by Ambra while saying. [b]"Only because you fixed it,"[/b] and standing by at a spot away from the people. If he intended on being with them for the trip to Regna Ferox, he wanted no accusations of him being affiliated with these pigs in their little roleplay.