Creaking as it sways to and fro, the hanging sign in front of the inn appears as a victory flag for Sigrun. The building, a large rectangle of wood, stone, and mortar, seemed as inviting as many other establishments of its nature. As per her superior's orders, she was to enter the tavern to order a room and find cats, and they appear to have a severe lack of cats. In an establishment of hooligans and handimen, her appearance was jarring; a walking suit of armor strutting toward the innkeep would be a fairly uncommon sight in here. The owner seemed to recognize the armor; his worried expression reflected off the breastplate's sheen.<br/><br/>"L-Look," the bartender stumbled, "if this is about Jimmy, I swear we didn't know about<span style="font-style: italic">that</span>before we hired him, I-"<br/><br/>The knight raised two fingers as she interrupted, "Two rooms, for a day. How much currency do you require?"<br/><br/>A sigh of relief escaped the innkeeper's lips. "Oh, right," he said, clearing his throat, "Just two silvers, lady."<br/><br/>Sigrun rifled through her coin-purse, presenting the two luminous coins to him.  The man brushed the sweat off his brow and accepted the money before resuming his task of polishing the counter. He continued to eye her for a moment as she meandered the room for a seat, her towering shield bumping into everything along the way. So, now with one task complete, the next was to discern the architecture... and so she did, for the next 30 minutes. She found out the exact size, shape, and volume of the space; how old the woodwork was; how many lumens the flames of the candles gave off... all while sitting there rusting. Although she wasn't too sure on the last one, as her concentration was broken when two blonde figures entered the room, shortly followed by a large dark-skinned man.<br/><br/>The three gathered around the barkeep, seemingly discussing something, but the clamoring of the patrons drowned them out. The large foreigner seemed to laugh a lot, and the bartender made the boy scribble on a piece of paper. The only words the aloof knight could make out from her position was "Work," since that seemed to pop up quite a few times in the conversation. With how the scene went, it seemed... could it be? Perhaps the tall man is an Ahketan slaver, and the blonde woman was a contact of his on the Videlian continent. The kid seemed to be signing some sort of contract, reading the terms of his agreement aloud.<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-style: italic">Hmm,</span></span>thought Sigrun,<span style="color: #BF80FF"><span style="font-style: italic">I didn't know child slavery was so common in Veloen that they would do it out in the open. The values of people are very different here.</span></span>While, normally, anyone come to this realization would be upset, Sigrun had no opinion on the matter. Or any matter, for that matter. She would only act on order, and not by instinct; though she continued to watch the group with relative interest. After all, there wasn't much else to do while waiting for Professor Learin to finish questioning the local populace.