Cassie
Eotum was halfway in the works of fashioning himself a walking stick. The piece of wood was in his hand as it rose up and fell down to the ground in a steady rhythm, the decoration on top looking like a Caladrius. The scholar was not a man who believed in things like luck, but simply thought that the symbolism was nice.

He was exhausted. Apart from recently surviving a rather interesting encounter with a band of murderous mercenaries, he hadn't really been able to rest properly without a proper bed. He was already used to sleeping in tents, but a bed wouldn't hurt every now and then, would it? Not to mention, it was in the middle of the day and the sun was burning. He also had run out of water in his bottle. 

That was why when he saw that faint stack of wispy smoke in the distance, his heart sighed with relief. A shelter! Possibly a tavern, where he can buy a meal with a crisp drink, and stay in their lodging. And whether they regarded him as mad or not, they would soon come to know that he was rather harmless.

"The Verdant Lark" Was what the sign said. The word 'verdant' gave the impression that the tavern owner or owners were bookish from the word choice. But the word 'lark' did seem to fit the theme of nature. And he did hear some birds singing as he came along here.

As such, he went towards the cozy-looking tavern and entered.
Alice
Taverns were often the last places Danico would find himself- even the most respectable taverns tend to draw the attention of slime balls and drunken idiots alike. But, it had been two days since he had eaten, the hunger pains were beginning to grow a little too strong. The alchemist had bought only a small plate of food- a simple plate of greens and other veggies- some roasted, others boiled. Eating more than was necessary while on the road was never something he would do, luxuries are saved for the home, after all. 

Danico had not long finished his food, his cup of water half empty with his mask sitting loose around his neck when the doors to the tavern creaked open. Slowly turning his head to the entrance out of curiosity, a man whose aware of his surroundings is a man who lives, after all, he notices the older gentleman walking in with the walking stick. Someone whose name was familiar around the academy, who he'd never met before. 

The alchemist watched the man enter from the other side of the room, curious of this peculiar happenstance, he waited to see what the other man would do.
Cassie
He expected soft gasps along with the people leaning over and murmuring amongst themselves. However, all they did was look then turned back to whatever they were doing, whether it be playing their game of chess or sipping tea by their lonesome.

Well.

He then walked over to the counter and asked for a full night's stay. A transaction was made, and the scholar got his key to a room upstairs. He vanished upstairs to place his belongings in his room before coming downstairs to have a warm meal.

He looked around the dining hall, wondering where he should sit.