Once Ike had presented the options to Gaelen, he could see that his travel companion was visibly doubting about the choices. It seemed that the other had taken along a bird. A crow of some sort, or so it seemed. Ike had not specialized himself in the field of ornithology. Quite simply, Ike cared not for such simple matters. Anything deemed normal was boring to Ike, with the mere exception of languages and plain black coffee. However, considering a fellow from the Verbintenis had this bird, it was imaginable that this mere bird was more special than it seemed. Perhaps it was one of the few birds that had not gotten upset at the Ley lines. Though, as the bird was seemingly getting rather upset, Ike wondered if that was the case. Of course, it could be the journey or the weather that caused the bird to be agitated. It had almost seemed as if the bird had understood what had been said. This would not be entirely implausible, yet it was something Ike had not seen before, thus he preferred not to assume it was so unless he had valid proof.<br/><br/>As the fellow moved closer to join Ike against the chapel wall, Ike stepped aside to offer a bit more space to him and to retain his own personal space. "Just Ike is fine." Ike mentioned casually as his travel companion called him 'Mister Marvin'. Truthfully, he didn't quite mind being called such, but it took more time to constantly call each other mister, and he didn't care much for this social pretence if it were just the two of them.<br/>"However, I must disappoint you. I have merely communicated with them via land line to acquire a room and arrange for my luggage to be brought there. I know them not, and truthfully, the odds of them allow us to use their car are extremely small. I would not let tourists use my vehicle, thus I doubt that they would." Ike considered. Perhaps there was a car rental nearby, however, the paper work to arrange such would probably take more time than the they could afford if they wished to view the thunderstorm.<br/><br/>"Though indeed, who knows if perhaps the site will respond to the thunder and lightening. These weather conditions cannot be mimicked easily. It's a marvellous chance." One that he would like to take, which perhaps the enthusiasm in his own voice gave away already. However, he took no effort to hide such, as it seemed that the other was quite enthusiastic about this matter as well. At least, if his broad smile and raised voice were to be seen as signs of such. In that curious moment Ike had been able to catch a glimpse of the other's odd teeth. Slowly he began to wonder if perhaps Gaelen was of a snake-like race. The green eyes, those teeth, the slender figure and odd skin colour.. Yet, there were more races that had traits alike that, and despite Ike's extensive knowledge of the supernatural, his knowledge on supernatural races was lacking a bit.<br/><br/>"Yes, you do have a valid point. A car would offer additional safety, which would be very welcome. We could try. However, alternatively, I could set up a forcefield. I cannot guarantee that it will hold if lightening were to strike it full force though, as I have never experienced such." And thus, Ike did not know how powerful lightening would or wouldn't be. He had mainly trained himself to use it against physical harm by weapons, traps or magic. Not natural forces such as this.<br/><br/>With a nod, Ike began to lead the other over to the B&B. He kept his head at an angle, so the rain would hit his fedora instead of his face. Genuinely happy he was at the fact that he had chosen to wear his waterproof, black leather boots. Though it was quite a hassle to tie the boots, they had kept his feet warm and dry. The knowledge that his boots nor his pants were ruined by this muddy weather was quite comforting in its own way.<br/><br/>"Have you rented a room already?" Ike asked his travel companion. "If not, you are welcome to deposit your items in my room in order to save us some time." It was his choice though. Ike could understand if Gaelen preferred to rent a room himself first, instead of temporarily placing his items in his room. After all, there was no telling when they would be back here, at the B&B. Research could take quite some hours.<br/><br/>After trotting over to the B&B, Ike pushed open the old fashioned but well kept wooden door, which caused a small bell to chime. The pleasant warmth from inside B&B immediately met him, along with a lovely scent of English breakfast and strong coffee, which almost convinced him not to go outside again. Ike pushed the thought away as he stepped into the B&B and swiftly wiped his boots on the welcome mat. After that, he turned around the door, keeping it open so his travel companion could follow quickly. He considered it would be unpleasant for the fellow to opened up the door with that baggage.<br/><br/>In the moment that Ike waited for Gaelen to enter, he glanced around. The B&B was quite traditional in all its aspects. It felt like stepping back in time nearly 100 years, if not for the electric appliances here and there. Nearly everywhere he looked, he saw wood: wooden floors, wooden walls, wooden furniture. Only the path from the door to the staircase had faded red carpet on it. It had a very cosy and classical mood to it, especially with the landscape paintings on the wall, the frequent use of candle light and the fireplace setting with the well-used vintage leather couches. Though some aspects of this B&B were a bit out of date and needed some refurbishments, all in all Ike quite liked what he saw. It was nice and quiet at first glance, which would mean that his research would not be hindered here. Ike did hope that the rooms were a bit more up to date, with electric lights, a bit newer beds and hopefully proper bathrooms. He hadn't had the time nor the proper internet connection to check on any photos of the rooms.<br/><br/>At the bar, which had a direct view of the door and was the reception of the B&B as well, stood an old man polishing glassware. The man was only visible from waist up as the wooden bar obscured the remainder of the man. The fellow was dressed in a washed-out, long-sleeved, green lumberjack shirt, of which the sleeves were rolled up. The aged man sported a well-kept silvery beard and moustache. Whereas his hair had become devoid of colour, his pink skin betrayed he was a rather habitual alcohol consumer. Though, his beer belly was a hint too. The man's curious blue eyes were set on the newcomers. At first glance he seemed to expect regular customers. However, observing the two that came in and concluding they were tourists, his eyebrows moved down into a somewhat judgemental frown.