Learin was ecstatic to see his enthusiasm shared with (Most) of the group; so much so, he almost forgot how exhausted he was earlier. Then the sight of his comrades made him realize how severely outpaced he was by everyone else, even Sigrun in her armor that weights more than he and Larea do... combined. He stopped to catch his breath again, hearing Riu mentioning something about meeting him halfway after they retrieved the goods.<br/><br/>"Yeah..." Learin pushed out between breaths, "Halfway, halfway sounds good. I'll make it halfway... eventually..."<br/><br/>In his exhaustion, he almost forgot to give Sigrun the key to his room, it'd be pointless for them to run ahead if they couldn't even get inside without causing property damage. Given the objective-minded disposition of the lass in steel and chain, kicking down the door would've been her first priority.<br/><br/>The professor grabbed the key from the pocket of his coat, yelling, "Sigrun, heads up!" before tossing the small object in what was intended to be the direction of the knight.<br/><br/>Apparently to the woman's first instinct was to think that the object flying toward her and Riu was a malicious one. Given the small amount of time before impact, Sigrun immediately curled over Riu to block the deadly key from penetrating his shoulder. The metal met metal and a tiny, pathetic "Dink!" was heard before the door-opening device slid down and hit the dirt.<br/><br/>"I suppose that's an alternative to catching it..." Learin said, scratching his head. "Just be sure to use that instead of your foot when you get in my room, got it?"<br/><br/>Upon realizing what it actually was, the metallic turtle stopped awkwardly covering Riu and turned to pick up the key; her blank expression betraying no signs of embarrassment during the whole situation.<br/><br/>--------------------<br/><br/>As time passed and the group reached the inn, (With Learin still trailing behind by a large margin,) Sigrun stormed through, making a beeline for her secondary master's room. Given that she was entrusted to do this task quickly and the fact that the amulet was in someone else's possession, the whole ordeal about the thief quickly left her mental priorities. It was up to her... er... overmaster(?) Riu and her... tertiary master, Ahmaht, to sort that business out. Remembering the clear instructions not to burst the door into splinters, the dark silver squire turned the key first before bumping it with her elbow. Near the dead pile of books filled with scientific formulae and romantic poems of poor taste was the rucksack that Learin carried with him the whole journey. She briskly lifted the patchwork container with a single hand and returned to her thrice confirmed... second to the first but above the first in... Bah, just Riu, so she could deliver her first master's junk back to him.