(After being absent for so long, this post doesn't justify it. please forgive my transgressions, my lords.)
"This place sucks, this place sucks, this place sucks [i]so[/i] much..."

Silas lurched his way toward the Inn slowly, lamenting over everything that had happened thus far. He muttered inaudibly to himself, a frustrated look on his face. The fleeing to the Plegian wastes had been one horrible encounter, but then once they were offered refuge, their little [i]Plegian Ambassador[/i] of sorts had the audacity to mess with his scarf. 
“Put on these peasant garbs, he says,” Silas grumbled. “We’re entering Plegia, he says.” Kicking the ground, sand flew off in front of him. This dumb desert place couldn’t get enough of the stuff, evidently. Not to mention the town was so [i]boring[/i]. Once they’d finally gotten in (with scarf intact), he expected… A town. The damn place was quiet as a corpse. As they approached the Inn, Silas nudged Talbot and gave a friendly smile. His friend looked disheartened, so he figured he’d try to cheer him up. Although he hadn’t much for words at the moment, a smile was often enough.

“Hey, Ambra lugged that unconscious guy in with her…” he remarked.

Oh goody. Silas figured the guy could wake up any moment now, and decided it was worth keeping an eye on them. As soon as he walked in, the place accentuated Silas’ hatred for this place. Even the Inn looked dejected. He didn’t care much for luxuries, but these guys weren’t even trying. The place was dusty, old, unkempt, and to be expected, extremely sandy. On the upside, that meant that the rooms weren’t sound-proofed well at all, so eavesdropping, especially with Silas, would be a snap.
He’d have to rent a room next to theirs, just in case. And hey, if he somehow turns out some kind of friendly, then no worries… Right?