Feral Heart

"This young lady needs a room." The ruffian spoke, tapping his hand against the counter. Steadily, he reached down to his belt, and pulled a pouch off. Easily, he slipped out a few gold coins (rather expensive), into his palm. "For however long is needed." Luxin spoke, goofy smile on his face. The dark-haired lad was actually familiar around these parts, but only barely. And mostly at the taverns, which the boy easily managed to escape tabs from. Though, he wasn't entirely sure if he had gone to this town, yet. The 16-year old, looking rather grungy and..not particularly one of those people you'd let stay in your inn, wasn't expecting that he can get a room. The innkeepers usually took one look at the boy with gold coins, expected he was some kind of thief, and made some lie that all rooms were full. Not that he cared. Lux had to go find some horses anyways, one for the lass and one for him. The Welsh-accented boy was actually wondering if he should get one for Mordred as well.

Luxin gripped her shoulder, to keep the girl steady. "Let's go, Hoppy." He grinned at her, and slowly made his way to the counter, supporting Gwen so she wouldn't fall.

Luxin threw Grayson a thankful half-smile, still carefully holding onto Gwen.

Luxin nodded, and sped up. He glanced down at Gwen, and smiled. "Good Morning, Sunshine." He chirped, rather cheerfully. Lux kept on down the road until they reached the entrance. "Excuse me!" He called to a random civilian. "Do you know where I can find an Inn? My friend is injured and needs to rest." The two talked for a bit, before the towns person pointed him to a building down the road. He thanked him, and headed off to the inn.

"I'm a traveler. I saved Mordred from some thugs, and I don't know about the two lasses." Luxin replied. The young dark-haired man continued walking, not pausing once while talking. "Gwen got her foot caught in a bear trap, and we got her out." He gestured towards the injured leg.