Arcaeus felt trouble in the air, though he wasn't sure where the danger lay. "I'm sorry for snapping at you. I didn't mean it." he mumbled, just loud enough for Janelle to hear. They approached the gate after walking in silence the rest of the way. Arcaeus pulled Janelle close him, putting his arm around her. "Look natural darling." he said, winking at her. They attached themselves to a crowd of merchants just entering the gates. Arcaeus kept her close until they were well away from the guards. The town had grown since he had last been here.<span style="font-style: italic">It's more like a small city now. A lot has changed in 30 years. Now I need to find the tavern and see if Ralof is still alive.</span>"Stay near me, the townspeople aren't exactly the friendly type. Especially toward strangers." he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her through the crowd. He finally spotted the building he was looking for and headed for it. They entered and the smell of ale and rum assailed their nostrils, the noise was deafening. It appeared that there was a drunken brawl going on in the far corner, with a bard promising songs of glory to the victor.<span style="font-style: italic">This is only one of the reasons that I hate humans.</span>he thought, disgusted. He walked up to the innkeeper, Janelle's hand still in his, and paid for a room for a few nights. He lead Janelle upstairs and to the room, shut the door and turned to face her."Well..." he asked, smirking, knowing that she had to be confused," any questions?"