Mezzira nodded, hand leaving Falkor's scruff as she glared down at the dog. "Don't just go to random people like that!" She scolded, watching as the two walked off to the inn, with slight interest. She had the mad urge to join them, suddenly, but she pushed the thought away. Mumbling something, she moved back to the wall. "Come on, Falkor." She called, a small smile on her face.
Derizon pushed open the wooden door, his head tilted just slightly as every eyes turned to look at the two adventurers. Ignoring, he went to the inn keeper, quietly demanding a two rooms as he took out a pouch of money. He paused, however, when the Inn Keeper brought out a dagger. "Why should I help you, when you defy our king?" He spat, literally, spit splayed across the table from his uneven, yellowed teeth. The young boy furrowed his brow for a moment, but said nothing more, hand moving to the hilt of his sword once more.