Maureen
*Horace nodded, making a mental note of the characteristics mentioned. He'd ask for more details and put out a little bounty sometime later. But for now, he was to relax. The elf chuckled further, rousing from his chair and approaching the doorway.*
"Let's not jinx ourselves here. Hm... Well we *Are* In an Inn. I heard the cook's special was a rabbit stew and a loaded baked potato. Sound good?"
Ryan
"Rabbit stew? Sure you didn't poach your messenger or her siblings? Sounds good though, I'm in. Just let me get these off."

*Diao fiddles with something underneath her robes, and the two thinner mechanical arms come falling off, clattering to the floor. The artificer rolls up her sleeve to the shoulder and grabs the larger, more solid prosthetic arm. For a brief moment, Horace can see just where the arm attaches to the shoulder; not bare skin, but some sort of leather sheath combined with some metallic bits seemed to be hidden under the elf's clothing. The mechanical arm was riveted on to the socket, and Diao rolled down the sleeve, completely sealing the bronze and steel contraption. For an extra measure, Diao slipped a thin glove over the metal hand.*

"There we go."
Maureen
"Haha... Who's to say really? What do you-"
*Horace trailed off in confusion as the woman proceeded to unattach and reattach her arm. A grimace involuntarily forming on his face for but a minute. He wouldn't comment on it, allowing his eyes to stare for not much longer than a minute.*

"Well then... That seems real handy."
*Whoops. That one slipped out...*
"Aha... Let's get down there, before they run out."
Ryan
"Yeah, it's like equipping a knife to your belt or something. Except the belt is across my chest, so the arm actually stays secure and doesn't you know, slip off and fall to the floor."

*Diao let out a small tch, acknowledging the pun (intentional or not), and began heading down along with Horace.*

"The progress is going well, I'd say. With a little more work, I'll be able to magically implement a lot into my arm. I've been looking at those 'Arcane Gauntlets'; they're really neat. Not truly a gauntlet; it's more like a construct around the arm that allows you to project magic from it quickly, and even create a small sort of 'weapon' from it."
Maureen
*Horace nearly broke a smirk as he imagined a tiny knife stuck to Diao's shoulder in place of her arm. The two moving out of the room and down the hall, nearing the stairway.*
"Arcane gauntlets... I've heard of those. Supposedly compliments a fist fighters style quite nicely. Magic isn't for me though."

*The two then arrive down at the bottom floor, and Horace casually strolls over to a reserved table. The table itself seemed elevated from the rest, and of better quality. Horace's personal, or something for special occasions at least. The elf takes a seat, and promptly waves over one of his waiters.*
"Two Specials with an Ale and..."

*He looks to Diao for her choice of beverage.*