This was a half-decent place. Those half-witted fools wouldn't find him in here. They would search through the alleys around that tavern he'd performed at, but before they realized it, he'd be on other side of town. And thankfully, he had no performances in this nicer area. Such obligations were always difficult to talk one's way out of. Especially since, well, he needed the money. Jobs weren't always easy to come by, even with one's voice as beautiful as his.
He couldn't blame the man for wanting to bash his head into a wall. That being said, Taladan had no way of knowing Nattie had a beau! She didn't seem to have any mind in telling him that when they were rolling around in his room. Bah, this was why he didn't make a habit of sleeping with just any woman that threw herself at his feet after a performance.
"Give me a cold ale, MacDonald," Taladan said to the man behind the bar. With a smirk, Macrey Macdonald was all too happy to serve Taladan a drink, and he went about cleaning the cups. Taladan observed the ale in his mug, noticing a severe lack of bubbles, but he said nothing and took a deep, much needed sip.
He didn't have any plans to stay in the city over the night, but he felt he could afford to take a breather for a few hours or so. Naithan and his chumps wouldn't find him here. This was a quiet inn in a nice neighborhood – or as nice as they went in Ketra – and the guards wouldn't take his kind lightly.
Well, that's what Taladan was betting on anyway.