Victor
An onyx veil dotted with glittering specks of white still covered the sky. Pyetra walked in a brisk pace, occasionally casting a glance at Yakaiyo's way before marching forward. 

Staying in the alleys are out of the question, nor exiting through the gates of the city - not with a bolt sticking out of her acquaintance's leg. Best bet? Staying in an inn, but discreetly. 

Right. Establishing the plan.. Go to an inn, rent out a room, figure it out from there. It sounded like a good plan, at least by her standards. What else can they do? Stand? 

"A place to stay." Few words said with a tinge of confidence from the young magus, whose eyes darted cautiously as she crossed a scarcely crowded street.
Judy
*The Treton nods, nervous. At least when she was uninjured, she could keep her head down and wear a hood. Unfortunately, she seems to have lost the cloak she was wearing. Now her face would be revealed, and she would have to check in at an inn. She had to hope that the people there don't recognize her.*

"Al-alright. Just, a note. If anything goes wrong, leave me."

*Yakaiyo would then follow Pyetra, trying her hardest to not be noticed by anyone, though it was difficult with her cut up clothing and the bolt in her calf.*
Victor
She remained in silence, boots tapping against cobblestone as Pyetra and Yakaiyo traversed the winding street. Dodging the sights of many and more importantly, guards. Though, this is exciting in a sense, peering around the next corner all the while keeping an eye on your back? 

Yes. *Invigorating*.

The Treton's statement prodded out another glance from Pyetra, still looking ahead as she walked. 

"Don't worry, nothing will go wrong. I'll make sure of it." 

There was a certain... Reliability in the Macen's words, as if spoken to by an older sibling. Surprising, considering one's older between the two. Guess uncertain times bring uncertain things, as many would believe. 

And after an appropriate measure of walking was done, both Pyetra and Yakaiyo would near the front of the inn. Standing tall and double-decked with shadows of men and women musing within the establishment. It is well-lit with an attractive palette of warm orange and red, clashing against the black abyss of the night sky. Outside of the inn stood four tables, one occupied by an elaborate game of Cards™️ and another by a single elf. 

With a hand, Pyetra motioned the Treton to halt.