The door swings open to emit a tall man obviously low born. He looks tired and travelworn, his face relaxed.
Bright emerald eyes dance around the room of the inn as he shoulders his way throughb the doorframe and holds the door open,
yet provides room for himself to be passed. The beaten sword at his side hangs oddly and looks more like it is used to scare
off would be attackers than for real use or skill. Claude surveys the room again, acting his best to look tired and wary.
Setting his gaze lightly and carefully on the main bar and the innkeeper on the north wall. He inclines his head politely
and waits for whoever he is hold the door open for to enter the inn. (Claude)
Fayth inclines her head slightly to the man holding the door, offering a small yet warm smile of thanks.
She scans the room once quickly as she enters, emerald eyes of her own peering out beneath an unruly mop of hair, before dropping
her gaze back down to the floor. Stepping to the side, she folds her hands behind her back and waits, fidgeting slightly as
if uncomfortable.
Claude moves to stand beside Fayth and lets the door go. Making a small gesture towards the bar he says
softly, but loud enough to be heard by anyone in the room, "Talk to the innkeeper and see how much the rooms are, I'll try
and pick out one we can afford..." He trails off then sighs softly and moves towards the stairs. As if to add to his tired
act he drags his feet as he takes each step, and seeing how this is the way the lazy bum always walks, it makes it look very
real. He heads up the stairs, his heavy, worn and stained boots clumping heavily on the wooden staircase.
Fayth nods her head and moves toward the bar, wincing slightly at the loud noise coming from the stairs.
She waits for the innkeeper's attention, then murmurs softly, asking almost word for word what she was told to ask. She listens
to his reply, raises an eyebrow and lifts her head as if she was going to say something, and then apparently changes her mind.
Glancing in the direction the other man went, she settles herself down in a chair to wait. She touches the middle finger of
her left hand briefly before folding her hands in her lap.
Claude's boots thump much easier on the staircase as he comes down. Making an almost b-line for Fayth as
he comes back down he sits next to her and smiles softly and kindly, leaning in he whispers so softly you might have to strain
your ears to hear he says, "There is a small room with a decent sized bed you can sleep in right in between two sets of squeaky
floorboards, good for protection. It's a good room, will probably be cheap."
Another soft smile, and this time it stays as Fayth gazes back at Claude. "It sounds fine," she says
just as softly, nodding her approval. "The prices do not seem to be too terribly high here, though..." Her eyebrows furrow
and a faint hint of irritation alters her features momentarily. "...we could have cheaper in other situations. In this instance,
I think it best that we stay here for the time. If it turns out to be unsuitable, we can always find an alternative. I trust
your good judgement." Patting him lightly on the knee, she gestures toward the innkeeper. (Fayth)
Claude turns the the innkeeper Fayth beckoned over in a blunt and to the point voice edged with a hint of
weariness, "We'd like the small room, four down on the right side, up the stiarcase if its not taken, sir. I am Ducale Ellis
and this is my wife Segade. We're tired and need a room for awhile...we can pay. ...For awhile at least.." The innkeeper,
regarding the man with an almost pitying gaze replies easily, "It is open sir, I'm sure you and Mrs. Ellis will find the room
to your liking." Smiling politely the innkeeper moves off to avoid a passing serving girl and attend another patron. Claude
turns to face Fayth and smiles, making a motion with his head towards the room.
Fayth raises an eyebrow and starts to stand. "Will we be going up then? I'm a bit hungry...but I think I'm
more tired than hungry and would rather sleep first and eat later." She gazes around the room once more before starting to
move toward the stairs, skirt swishing around her feet muffling the soft patter of her own feet. Pausing halfway, she stops
and turns around, waiting to see if Claude is following, offering a smile that seems almost apologetic.
Claude is indeed following behind Fayth, though her rather swift movement toward the stairs did catch him
a little off guard. With the lopsided rougish grin that so often finds his face, he replies, "Well, you take a rest and when
you wake I'm quite sure there will be a plate or two of food waiting for you." He moves along side you up the staircase and
to the door of the room he mentioned, twisting the doorknob slightly and making sure to walk carefully over a creaky floorboard
a door and a half down, which he seems to point out without words, still creaks loudly.
Fayth chuckles softly as she walks into the room Claude has chosen for them. "I hardly think I'd be able
to eat two plates of food, dear. My appetite isn't -that- large...though I'm sure if I couldn't finish it, you'd be more than
willing to help me out..." She grins and surveys the room, nodding in satisfaction before turning back to Claude and winking.
"Ahh I am just glad to be here and away from eyes. I seem to be completely on edge." She frowns and shakes her head.
Claude frowns darkly, "On edge? Hmm...yes. Well, don't worry. No one will come within a room's distance
on either side without me knowing and you have a disguise that will serve its purpose. I just hope we find out what we need
to soon..before it's too late." He turns around and smiles, flopping down on the bed, his legs dangling over the endboard,
"Try and relax, no one will pay us much mind. We're commoners after all." He remarks with a prideful smile.
Fayth grins and winks playfully at Claude, before plopping herself down next to him. "It's been awhile since
I've lived on the farm, I think I'd gotten used to the way things are...used to be...it will certainly be good practice, though."
She grins, and nudges Claude gently with her elbow. "I don't know how you are going to manage to pull it off, though." She
snickers, then starts to remove her shoes.
