Amie
*The robed man nodded and walked in, leaving the door open behind him. He pulled scrolls and books from the inside of the robes and placed them on the desk provided. He undid some type of harness, what seemed like a discreet backpack, and laid it down as well.* "Well, I guess that comes down to the price of a conscience. Usually rather high." *He was quiet for a moment, as he looked over his belongings. A hand went up to the scimitars on his back, but he decided to continue to wear them. Grabbing a slender notebook, he turned back around to his companion.* "So, Lilliaine, anything you'd like to attend to before I set upon my work?"
Cora
"Welll..." *Taking that as permission, she walks into the room, taking a look around. She moves straight to the bed, sitting down on it.* "Are you going to need my help with anything? Or do you just want me to be eye candy or some crap while you work?"
Amie
*Yae Kim wordlessly blinked. Lilliane was throwing lots of mixed signals, and the translator wasn't really sure how to proceed. He opened his notebook and thumbed through a few pages, as if he was looking for something.* "Well, how would you say your investigative skills are?" *He didn't look up, only leaning on his desk.*
Cora
"Not... The greatest." *She shrugs, sitting up straight and looking at Yae.* "They could definitely use some improvement, but they're not bad. At least, I don't think that they're bad..."
Amie
"Hmm." *Yae Kim nodded, now actually reading his book. The last time he was at the inn, he was being hosted by someone who lived in the area, and would presumably know the innkeeper. Yae Kim straightened up, now having an actual goal in mind. He looked up to Lilliaine, tried to think of how she could help. He reached behind himself and grabbed a ledger, offering it to her.* "Well, I haven't kicked around here in a while, but this should have most professionals in this area here. Do you think you could find us a blacksmith, either through this or some other way?"
Cora
"I will certainly look for some." *She took the ledger, opening it up and beginning to read. Boring through the pages, she kept her eyes on it while he did his thing.*
Amie
*Quickly finding the names and dates in his own book, Yae Kim exited the room, saying,* "I'll be right back." *He made his way to the innkeeper, asking if he had seen someone named Romero recently, and if they still lived in the area.*

"Yeah... Romero... That guy... Romero"

*It looked like it was going to be a long conversation.*
Cora
*Lilliane's interest peaked right about there. She kept reading at a leisurely pace, but she was certainly inching towards his stuff. Just to take a peak... Maybe she would get murdered by this dude? Maybe she was about to get kidnapped, she didn't know. The whole dog thing intrigued her, what else was there about this man and his tattoos?*
Amie
*Yae Kim's things laid plainly on the desk, all out in the open. There were ledgers and scrolls, almost all labeled in a dead language. Only one larger book seemed to have a locked clasp, keeping it closed. His harness-type backpack hung seemingly empty on the chair. Lilliane could probably hear Yae Kim talking with the innkeeper, still at the front desk.*

"He had that beard? And the accent?" *Yae Kim was finding the innkeeper to be a very long winded and seemingly confused source of information, but he was the only solid lead.*
Cora
*She frowned, looking at the locked book. Grabbing it, she started hastily fiddling with the lock, just to try and see what the actual contents were. The curiosity about the whole situation was going to drive her mad at some point, so why the hell not start here.* "C'mon..." *She whispered underneath her breath.*
Amie
*The clasp wouldn't open without the key or some force, which would likely leave the clasp obviously snapped.*

"Do you think I can see your records, if you keep any?" *The innkeeper wasn't sure if they were talking about the same person, and Yae Kim was having a terrible time trying to convince him that they were.*
Cora
"Dammit." *Lilliane put the book back, getting up and returning to the ledger, just to act as though she was busy for whenever he returned.*