The two robed figures entered the city just as the dawn's first rays struck the city. Vrael took the lead and led them straight to an inn where the inn-keeper welcomed him with a crushing hug. The man set Vrael back on his feet again, grinning from ear to ear, "We meet again, Sacred Blacksmith!"<br/><br/>Vrael's smile ended up looking like a grimace, but the innkeeper did not seem to notice. "Our greetings, Iskard."Â<br/><br/>"Come, follow me and I will show you your room."<br/><br/>"Rooms." Vrael corrected.Â<br/><br/>"Ah yes, I keep forgetting the girl... Elva is it?"<br/><br/>"Yes sir." The elven girl dipped her head.Â<br/><br/>"What is with this formality? I won't stand it so long as you are my friends and guests!" He stopped near the end of a corridor, gesturing to the two doors at the end of the passageway, "Your rooms are ready-"<br/><br/>"What about-?"<br/><br/>"And as usual, the forge is ready for your tinkering." Iskard grinned and walked off.Â<br/><br/>Vrael nodded offhandedly, allowing Elva to enter one of the rooms before taking the other. Once inside, he locked the door and opened the window. A bag no larger than a sack of coins was opened and from it, a small silver orb was retrieved and placed on the bed. Vrael tore the strip of paper also contained in the bag and there wads humming sound and a clang as the orb vanished, multiple sheathed swords springing out from nowhere. Satisfied, he kept them in a chest beneath the bed, locking it and keeping the iron key and sliding the chest back under the bed.Â