Floyd
*Following behind her with a look of curiosity in his piercing red eyes, Kondor's arms could just be seen swaying from side to side ever so slightly, fingers twitching slightly with the steps he took, almost as if he were tapping to a song. In the light, it was easier to see his form. His shoulders were exposed, unlike the rest of his body which was covered in metal plating. The skin was rough, as though it had been scarred so much that such a form had become natural. On top of that... It was red. His skin was red, just like an Oni. But if he were so, his horn was nowhere to be seen.*

"Kondor finds place at night, is fine, yes. If Roach wants, I sleep on floor. Bed not important. I sleep on ground since I was child, so really, no problem." *He didn't seem to be lying, nd the rusted gear that he wore, including a pair of heavy looking gauntlets, with a pair of serrated blades on the back of his hand running down to his elbow made to tear into flesh positioned on top of them. His body was surprisingly actually hunched over due to the sheer amount of muscle that caused him to have a hunchback.*
Cora
Roach did notice and she did wonder, but she didn't really want to ask about his skin. He seemed really nice and it didn't *Feel* Like an act. So she ignored it and led him along, hanging off of Kondor as if they were close whenever people gave him looks. She waved cheerily at the stunned inkeep as she led Kondor (carefully) through the building and upstairs, promising to cover for the big man staying the night.

"Heeeere we go. It's simple and a little hot, but decent as rooms go. The only reason I'm putting you on the floor is, hup!" She took a moment to catch a breath after tossing the mattress to the floor. "That bed is just too small for you. But this should be nicer than hard wood. Good rest is important before a job. Oh yes, and so is getting clean! They have a bathhouse downstairs' even a laundress for hire. Here." She took several dozen silver and forced it into Kondor's hand. 

"Take your time, enjoy the hot water, and let me know if anyone messes with you, okay? While you wash I'm going to clean up our armor and weapons, sound good to you? I'll wash up myself after you get back." She nodded once and started unfastening the many straps that kept her armor snug to her body.

"You need help getting the plates off?"
Floyd
Walking by the people with their weird expressions, Kondor mimicked Roach in her little wave, raising his hand and shaking it whenever she did, looking back and forth between her and the people. The closeness at which she was hanging onto him didn't seem to affect him, especially since the last person he had hung out with, who just disappeared the day after. Though his head bumped on the ceiling as the pair went upstairs, he wasn't really bothered by it at all.

Staring at the silver that had been placed on his hand, Kondor smiled and shook his head. "No, no, no need for money. Kondor is having plenty, have it." Saying so, he pushed the silver back into her hands and pulled on a pouch that had hung beneath one of the plates. From the jiggling sound, it seemed like there was quite an amount there.

When she mentioned getting his armour off, his eyes did seem to widen in surprise. Waving his hands a little bit in the air, he said, "Ah, yes. Would like help. Kondor... Never takes off armour. Just river in wild, so no need. Thank you." He then pats his helmet, "But not helmet. Helmet I take off."
Cora
*Whoa, he really is a pro, just like I guessed. I know those muscles weren't just for show! Even if it is a magnificent show.*

"Alright then, I'll help you with everything else. You know I did say I'd be covering for you, even if- kwahh!?" She exclaimed suddenly, mortification etched deeply into her features. 

"D.. Did you just say.. You *Never* Take off your armor. K-Kondor! That's not good for your armor and it's even worse for you! Haaahh!" Concerned for his well being and partly for his equipment she set to work quickly, nimble fingers aggressively working rusted clasps and straps.

"I will be working on your armor first, I didn't realize the rust was so deep set. Do I have enough oil? I think I do. You need to get yourself cleaned up really well, and make sure you dry off thoroughly, too." She piled the plates as she removed each one and checked his skin over as she worked.

*Jeez poor guy. No one taught him how to take care of himself or his things, did they?*