Glad to hear Théadan agreed with leaving town and not stopping until they were gone from it, Navia continued with her bags, but glanced his way as she did so. She was curious to see his recently purchased clothing, the light blue shirt a new shade to see him in. The pants looked looser, as did his shirt, and even though it was a little disappointing to have less hints at the well-built body beneath, she hoped the clothing would be cooler for him. She knew the Khluri heat was still difficult for him to handle at times, so hopefully the clothing would help him from becoming overheated too often. He looked good though, and she smiled softly while her gaze followed him over to the window. She always loved how he moved with the casual grace of a warrior and a man of quiet confidence.<br/><br/>Théadan finished picking up his belongings and while he did so, Navia patted hers to make sure she had it all. Really she wanted to make sure she still had Sura’s Necklace, which she had grown weary of wearing due to its weight, tucked into a pair of her socks in her bag. Her fingers pressed against the hard spot in her bag where the necklace was wrapped in a pair of socks, reassuring her all was well, so Navia was able to smile at Théadan when he approached with the notion they leave before more protesting occurred. He took her hand, hers easily intertwined with his, and they left the room together, only to be glared at by the inn’s proprietor. Théadan spoke to him, which seemed to disgust the man, for a string of offended Khluri where the man called him a remorseless murderer followed.<br/><br/>“<i>Paya tam ahvayati</i>,” Navia admonished the man fiercely, unwilling to allow the man to speak to Théadan in such a way without her saying anything. Shaking her head, she turned to follow Théadan down the stairs, “The sooner we get to the horses and leave, the better.” Unfortunately for them, it was likely going to take a little longer to reach the horses than they would have liked, for as soon as they descended the stairs, they could see where the people angry they had stayed had gathered. Not outside, but in the inn itself. The bar was lined with several men, mostly young and some obviously having drank much of the night into the morning. A handful stood around a table, but it was one man who climbed up to stand on a table that captured everyone’s attention.<br/><br/>“<i>Te Avezana tu te nagna!</i>” He announced, to which the men laughed in unison and Navia’s jaw clenched, her hand tightening on Théadan’s as she glanced toward their exit, wanting to hastily get through the door and leave the angry men. She nodded toward it silently to Théadan, not wanting give any of the other men in the room the gift of her attention. They must have figured out what she was doing however, for as they started toward the door, some of the men went to stand in front of it, blocking their escape. Sighing her frustration, Navia spun around to glare at the man she supposed was their leader and he was grinning proudly that they been kept from leaving.<br/><br/>“You have nothing to say?” He asked tauntingly from his towering position on the table. He was clearly a Khluri peasant from the clothing he wore, but had a large scarred gash on his cheek that alluded to a military past, “Perhaps you have forgotten your own language because you spend so much time with that monster.”<br/><br/>“Oh, I have plenty to say,” Navia snapped back at the man, her patience growing thin with the entire situation, “All of which will end with, Let us leave. We wish to gather our horses and never return.”<br/><br/>The man laughed boastfully, shaking his head, then repeating her words in Khluri in a mocking high-pitched voice that was supposed to be Navia. The small crowd of men laughed along with him before the man shook his head and walked closer to the edge of the table, hate filling in his eyes again. “As long as that man is by your side, you are not welcome here, nor can you request anything from us. We were not forced from our own villages to see Mes’Mo’Tanians in our new city!” The man shouted at her angrily, pointing a finger at Théadan when he spoke of him. Hate bright in his brown eyes, the man looked to the men standing at the door to block them from leaving, “Just as we discussed. Bring her to me and I’ll remind her Khluri women belong with Khluri men and anyone who wishes revenge can collect their pound of flesh from him in whatever method they deem most painful.”