Zarna nods stepping out and recalling the inn heads in that direction. At best Ozdimir would be there and she could put herself to work and at worst there was the chance at a warm meal and fire by which to smoke her pipe and take in a little music. Rue carries on beside her tongue lolling and his bright eyes regaurding her reproachfully. Though it was likely her own feelings projecting onto the wolf. She'd been snappish with a young elf who probably had no idea what she'd said was offensive. Mother had explained frequently how drow were taught and she ought to have known better. She shakes her head though and stays on the path to the inn it was too late now to change things.