After finding his way to the inn, Kistal would untie his ox and then get it nice and comfortable. Then, he grabbed the casks of soon to be alcohol and stashed them securely in the shade to prevent any issues. He checked on each one, his practiced hands moving swiftly and his much more practiced tongue telling him how the progress came along. Each one was coming along according to plan. Following all his post-travel checks, Kistal went into the inn, the last half of his bottle of alcohol in hand. He quickly downed it in the doorway and made his way to the bar. "What do you recommend for meals? Also, what drinks would you recommend?"

His eyes drifted through the crowd, keeping a close eye on reactions. As usual, he got many disgusted or annoyed looks, but he was pleasantly surprised by seeing more than a few beastmen or half-beastmen casually talking with well-heeled citizens. Perhaps Kalla was a decent place to be for someone like him. However, the heat was not his style. He preferred the comfort of a cool mountain or hill area. Maybe one day, Tundral would become an option again, but with the bounty he assumed he accumulated, Kistal was in no hurry to get back to that place.