Finrod, confused, almost angry with the situation, because he cant explain the want to follow Lyra outside, despite his lack of trust of others... stands up and follows her outside. Still conflicted over his feelings on the situation, his guard is down, his awareness of his surroundings is nonexistent. Finrod feels almost like hes being pulled to follow Lyra by an unseen, unknown force.

Once outside, the cool air kind of snaps Finrod back to some sense of reality. He motions for Lyra to follow him around the side of the Inn, near the eastern wall. He still cant shake the feeling that something is off, and the distrust of those around him is fueled more so then ever. 

"I know a place..." he speaks softly, "Care for a short walk outside the city...?" he asks, unsure if this is the right idea, there is only one place Finrod knows he feels isolation, solace, and tranquility... and he has never told anyone before... Awaiting Lyras reply hes locked into her eyes, watching for any sign of foul play, trickery, anything that could explain what just transpired between the two of them...