Kistal's conversation was interrupted by a rush of cold air and the distinct smell and sound of pompous Tundral fools. She treated him like some sort of worker at the inn despite being obviously in a conversation. Her self-centered attitude garnered a scowl. "Be careful, child, you are speaking with a fellow traveler. Your assumption about this Beastman is more than a little pathetic." He rapped the butt of his spear on the ground. If she decided to get haughty with him later, he was preparing a strong curse. He knew she would be uncomfortable in this heat, so his curse could easily make that even more so.

He glanced at Hilde, giving her a nod before leaving the inn. He walked rather incautiously to the temple, not expecting any trouble. He doubted anyone would mess with a man over seven feet tall, let alone one hefting a spear around and wearing fine clothing. Once at the doors, he cleaned his hooves carefully, entering immediately after. He found the nearest priest or priestess. "Greetings. I am here investigating the recent attack upon an innocent dancer. I hear they are being a problem to locals."