"Make light of my word again and you'll find out why people are afraid of me." It was his turn to make a threat it seemed, for there was no greater insult to him than calling him a liar. Bayek understood that he had just made a threat after speaking of the uselessness of making threats, but he let it linger anyway. He knew well that he'd follow through on it if the need arose, as he did with any other threat he'd ever muttered. But the sky accented his threat for him, rolling with thunder and cracking with lightning in the distance. He continued walking, paying close attention to the fact that he was no longer being followed, and made his way to the governor's house to settle his business with the town official. There were few people in the world that could stand to be in his presence for very long, and the governor was no exception. He hated Bayek just as much as the rest of the town, but he also understood that his occasional visit was a necessity, for only he seemed to be resolved enough to deal with the things that threaten the safety of his city and it's people.<br/><br/>**<br/><br/>Once the hybrid had finished his transaction, and the small leather pouch was once again filled with gold, Bayek descended the stairs of the governor's mansion in the heart of the town. He stood in the doorway, watch the torrential rain as is dumped on anyone who dared to stay outside. He didn't mind being wet; in fact the half-dragon loved to swim. The rain was cleansing in a sense, both for the body and for the mind. As much as he wanted to strip down and let the water rush over his bare body, he refrained in the interest of public courtesy. Why he wasted it on them was a rather obscure point, but it was his rule nonetheless.<br/><br/>Though the sun was obscured by the storm, he knew that the time had come to keep his appointment with the Dragonkin he'd met earlier that day, so he made his way across town to the inn, walking slowly in the rain just to get some of the effect he so dearly longed for. It took him a little over half an hour to reach his destination, but when he opened the doors, he felt like he'd never left. It was a cleaner establishment, compared to the others, with a wooden floor and plenty of space for tables. Most people were at home weathering the storm, though there were a few regulars populating the inn. A group of travelers from the south occupied a table in the far corner, so Bayek took a seat at a table nearest to the fireplace.<br/><br/>The woman behind the counter didn't even need to look up, but disappeared in the back for several minutes, only to reappear with a plate full of meat and a mug of ale. She meandered... sauntered, really... to Bayek's table, and put on her friendliest voice.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Knew you'd show up eventually. Need a room?"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Don't I always,"</span>he replied with a chuckle.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"I'll assume you want company."</span>Sheena was referring to her girls, obviously, who stayed in rooms upstairs until they were requested. They were quite lovely, in fact, and there was quite a variety.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ffff">"Dela's gone though. Fell to sickness six months ago."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff8000">"Shame... she was a lovely girl. But let's wait. I have an appointment here. I'll see what happens afterward."</span>Sheena nodded and scuttled away, leaving Bayek there to wait.