Arriving at the agreed destination, the inn, named "The Demon Head" for whatever reason, near the southern city gate where the group had made their entrance. The building, its wooden frame half-way obsolete through the withering of the elements as well as the encroaching of time, was quite lively, the happy mood and amount of its customers standing in stark contrast to the almost barren, dour appearance of the streets, with only the occasional walker.<br/><br/>Sending his subordinates in to inform weibel Belatia of his arrival, Morr rather beheld the streets for a moment longer. He spotted the still mumbling figure of the old man, still sitting there, filthy and abandoned.<br/><br/>Approaching the obviousely handicapped one, the knight, ignoring the reviling stench emanating from the poor soul, asked "Sir, I see that you are in quite the predicament."<br/><br/>The old man merely stared up at the massive knight, eyes glazed over, sunken into the pits, mumbling incoherently.<br/><br/>"Let me grant you some mercy." kneeling down, the knight, ignoring the filth clinging to the unfortunate man, lifted the old one, carefully, up, leading him towards the inn.<br/><br/>Entering, he came to the sight of a crowded bar, shouts for more beverages, answered by the gruff voice of the tavern-owner, with whom weibel Belatai appeared to be locked in conversation. While it was crowded, an overwhelming amount of the attending folk apparently sailors, he still had an easy way to reach her, most of the occupants readily going out of his way, whether because of his massive form, or the reviling sight of the old man with him he could not rightly tell.<br/><br/>The good weibel told him how the lodgings had been made succesfully, she questioned why the knight would bring this decrepit old man with him.<br/><br/>While the owner, a middle-aged with beergut called Connor, was not amazed when the knight asked him to give the old man food, drink and a bath, the knight's offer of temporary servitude after the quest, under further promise of possible riches aquired while on said expedition, though still under the objecting gaze of the weibel, was good enough as use of coercion, it appeared.