Dianne
Kiervan Czerich, Hexrakes

The Azarian scholar, now turned Taemish meister, pused the doors.

Inside, they saw what could only be described as a a gathering of shady individuals at best, and a wretched hive of scum and villainy at worst.

All eyes were on them as they made their way to the counter. They were surely a strange sight... Kiervan looked like a hermit from the deep forests, but his demeanor was unfittingly regal for his humble appearence. The knight was no less intriguing: it wasn't often that a scion of noble houses would descend to a place that could be considered part of the criminal underworld.

"My name is Felix Ravenloft Reed," He announced to the innkeeper. "The Sir by my side is Bryan Verandus. We would like to stay for a couple days."

He made the payment entirely in copper coins. He seemed to have a surplus of then.
Ralph
After Kiervan entered the place, Bryan shortly followed behind him for a moment later. He was getting a bit tired as he let out a quiet yawn as he closed the door behind him. 

Bryan took the appearance of a young man, who was seems to be in his mid-twenties. His attire was fully consisted of chain mails around. Beneath the chain mail, he wore cotton shirts and sweatpants for sure. He had plated armor around his shoulder and also wore a red cape around him. On the cape, its show his own coat of arms. A image of yellow phoenix upon it. 

As Kiervan introduced themselves to the man at the counter after walking up to it, the knight stood beside Kiervan as he did an respectful bow to the man that they were having a conversation with.
Dianne
Felix Reed, The Rusty Pail.

"I assume you still have some rooms available," Said the young meister. "And I hope pets are allowed."

From behind the traveller's shoulder, a black cat eyed the innkeeper.