Marrok smiled at Anya. He had most of the villagers names memorized. Including the flock of children gathered around him. Honestly the cold doesn't bother him, which is why he doesn't ask to be let into the inn. However he is still mindful of his young friends. Once safely in the warm interior Marrok turns to face Anya. "Hello Ms. Anya. It's been a while since I've seen you. Is it still alright for me to conduct my trading business here?" No inn keeper had ever really had a problem with the trader doing business there. After all it brought people into the building. Marrok bumps the little girl up a little bit so he can readjust his hold on her a little bit while waiting for his answer.