A bit of a slog, to be sure, but the walk wasn't all bad. The sights were nice, and the cool air was so very refreshing. Alois didn't seem to get too bored, always looking around at something during the stroll. Rock formations, trees, it was all a gorgeous sight to him. One who got out more than the young Breton did could have very well become bored with the mundane beauty the province held, but to him, it was wondrous.<br/><br/>The town couldn't be all that bad, Alois thought. Maybe not the most fun place around, but hardly an awful place from what he could tell. At the greetings the pair gave, Alois responded with polite nods and small, quick salutes, a pair of extended fingers waved forward from his brow. A very simple and casual greeting, but it only felt right to acknowledge the townsfolk.<br/><br/>At the inn, a smile crossed Alois' lips. "Ah, maybe. A few couldn't hurt." He liked to consider himself more reserved with alcoholic brews than the average Skyrim Nord, but indulgence was a thing everyone enjoyed a little of. They'd walked long and far, and something to soothe him didn't sound half bad. Catching Sarrina's belongings, Alois nodded, then took a seat by the fire and crossed a leg over the other at the knee.<br/><br/>He took what little time was given to rest, swaying his foot rhythmically. A slight jingle came from the layer of mail he wore, not enough to annoy the other inngoers, but a notable sound. But when Sarrina returned with news of death, he stilled himself and turned to look at her. With widened eyes and a slightly agape jaw, he took some time to process the words. Slowly, his gaze turned toward the older woman. Words left him, and he remained silent.