Well, he had stalled long enough, Rex mused to himself. Using his far more durable claws to act as means to lower himself down the street via the side of the inn. Speaking clearly to the bigoted ingrate, he informed him as well the griffon, nox pony, unicorn and the minotaur, "As much as I dislike the minotaur, I dislike your beliefs far more." He reached into his vest's pocket and retrieved some of his more potent concoctions.