Athran entered first, looking around in the small room. He approached the innkeeper, who immediately looked him up and down, raising a brow at his ripped clothes and considerable state. Anoriel followed him, turning towards the narrow staircase, apparently leading to the rooms upstairs.
"Two... No, three rooms, and a big jug of wine." he asked off the innkeeper, and the short man disappeared behind a door by the counter. Anoriel dropped Athran's bag on the floor. "Are you meaning to get drunk?" she questioned him, visibly not too amused.
Athran nodded. "Yes. Do you see anything better to do around here?" he replied cynically.