Ahrim graciously accepted the silver piece from the new man, looking him over as he slipped it into his own pouch. Deducing that either the man was not really blind or he was trained well in how to use his other senses. The later proved more plausible. Satisfied that the guard wasnâ€™t in sight anymore, he pulled up his hood and headed after the two men.<br/><br/>"There is a tavern up ahead called the Prancing Pony, that I am staying at with my companion. If you like, I'll take you both in and set you up with a meal and room if you wish. He said to both of them, keeping in step. Unconsciously his wing muscles flexed a little, creating a petite movement of his cloak, yearning to be stretched. With everyone packed in so closely, he was nigh impossible from him to stretch in peace.