In reaction to the sudden string of attacks, Magnus moved himself in front of Agro's head in some feeble attempt to protect him from potential harm. Given that the harm in question came in the form of lance-sized arrows, it wouldn't have done any good, but Sheo's quick actions saved the day. He wasted no time in getting back into the carriage driver's seat and getting the vehicle moving once the assailant and his pet had been removed as threats, letting out a deep breath of relief when he leaned back into it. "I'm all for getting out of here," He said in response to Sheo's proclamation.<br/><br/>Back on the road, with the carriages moving once more, small talk was abound in the carriage he was guiding. "I swear, if we run into anything else before we get to Falone, I'm going to scream," He complained in a voice that could be described as playful. Not that it wasn't a sincere guess as to what would happen.<br/><br/>"Let's just hope Alesia decides to show us some mercy," His father responded in jest. "At this rate, we might have better luck paying for a train. Less stops." Routes for those vehicles in these parts were a bit limited, but they were indeed much faster and safer than plodding along in a horse-drawn carriage. But even then, this day had been filled with more activity than the past few months. It was disorienting, just how many things were happening one right after another.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Upon reaching the inn, Tarkus hesitated outside the door for a few moments, ducking to peek inside. His face was scrunched into a frown, and after carefully lowering himself to one knee, he scooted forward and ducked his head to avoid whacking it on the frame. His sword's handle caught it and just about fell off his back, and with a grunt and a curse in a foreign language, he grabbed the weapon and wiggled into the building with his incredibly awkward shuffle. Finally inside, he stood and let out a deep sigh. "I hate doors."<br/><br/>When the receptionist mentioned beds, Tarkus frowned. "Then I will take the floor. One on the ground." Furniture wasn't the only thing that he'd broken, and he had no plans to walk up a set of stairs only to have them collapse when he was halfway ascended again. As the woman left, he let out another deep breath, turning to glance at the other patrons of the inn. Many a set of eyes were locked on him, at least until he turned more in their direction. It hadn't even been a threatening movement, but when the person doing such a thing was nearly as tall as the room and was carrying a sword larger than most men, it was hard not to feel intimidated. His frown deepened, not so much in anger as disappointment.<br/><br/>He already didn't like this place, but he remained quiet. Rest was a necessity, even if it was not exactly comfortable for him.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>As Jas spoke, Kamon stopped and turned to look at him, mandibles twitching. The position they settled in could be compared to an extremely rigid frown. "I understand, but I would like to be mended all the same," He responded. "If it calms you, I will let you decide what service he offers. I only wish to be freed of pain." His bound arm twitched at its shoulder, while his other, non-injured secondary limb remained hidden away in the ridges of his carapace. "If we can at least do that, then I will be happy."<br/><br/>Nearing the building itself, Kamon entered and gave a careful look around, his much longer upper arms gripping the door's frame as he moved through it. He made a low rumbling noise deep in his throat, one of curiosity, as his mandibles twitched again and returned to their neutral, nearly-invisible position on the sides of his lower jaw. As he watched Sal work, he adjusted his robe, removing the upper half to reveal his wounds in their entirety. With it off, his wings were also made visible, or at least the shield that contained them. As he waited, he looked back toward Jas, and made a movement with a main hand that suggested he do the negotiations.