"Of course it's less fun, dear Alura," Johan murmurs as the fairy playfully regrets not getting to try her hand at being airborne transport. "But it has the virtue of working and not having anyone but me get a second coating of stomach acid in my hair. Prestidigitation or not, enough dips inside stomachs and I'll be as bald as a lizardman," he teases. "As for purpose, well, I'd hardly say I got eaten on purpose<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>time. I just have a sound appreciation of the tactical benefits that can come from an enemy trying to eat me rather than using their sword!" Johan radiates innocence with that comment, though it is a bit ruined by the smirk he can't quite entirely subdue. "I am interested in where the various rears you might be happy to take orders from rank, though. What about a... dragon-lizard thing like we all met over on our trip?" He asks, being a bit elliptical knowing that the streets were likely to have ears.<br/><br/>As they enter the city, he keeps his eyes moving at all times, checking storefronts and alleyways for suspicious groups or people paying a bit too much attention to him and his. Town like this, it wouldn't take a very big bribe to make 'removing' their group something the guards wouldn't pay a bit of mind to, so in the end- as always- their safety was in their own sword and spell arms. Truth be told, he liked it better that way. Without  breaking his wary vigitl on the rest of the town, he replies to Yumina, "Yeah. Always gotta be working. If I had any idea what we were going to be doing or if it'd be steady I'd offer you a temp job, but as it is you're probably better off seeing what you can find. Hope you don't end up on the other side from us again..." he grins. "After all, I've been starting to get these hunger pangs, and it'd be my turn." The city itself wasn't much to write home about, but it was oddly comforting how familiar it was. All he does with Naji, though, is absently note, "Be sure you've got a bodyguard when you go out to sell things, dear" when she bruits her plan to get some more ready gold from their takings.<br/><br/>With that, they enter the inn. The Rose wasn't the absolute best place in the world, but there were too many worse ones to care about it not being the best. It kept up appearances where it needed to; the shabby outside and well-maintained inside told Johan it was a place that relied on word of mouth and people who knew it already for its clientele, as opposed to walk-ins. That was good, since it also implied good service- in many senses of the word- and probably that it would be as safe as it could be in a town like Tyval. You didn't build a clientele like that by letting bandits enjoy breakfast in bed via paying customers. Of course, since this was a transient merchant town, that also implied pretty directly that it wasn't Just an  inn- an impression that would soon be confirmed. First, though, the bouncer draws Johan's complete attention. A lazy grin spreads over his face, as he looks the boucner up and down, but he confines himself to saying, "Mmmm. I'll leave my weapon in its sheathe, but I wouldn't mind seeing yours come out of its sheathe." He grins at the bouncer, not letting himself be intimidated by the bigger creature. Either an ex-slave (and with that size, probably an ex-gladiator) or someone who'd been in and won a lot of fights. NOt someone he should be upsetting, and so he doesn't make... too explicit... the thoughts in his head.<br/><br/>As they're conducted to a seat, he notes the list of elliptically phrased services and prices on a wall. Johan didn't like paying for sex; it implied either a lack of skill or a lack of time, at best. He didn't pity anyone who did, though- some professionals were worth their price. Common prostitutes, though... no. Giving the lady a smile, he asks for a table and promptly sits with his back to a wall in a place where he can watch much of the inn's bottom floor. He watches the waitress with slightly more than polite interest as well, and he grins. "Watered down wine, I'm not looking to get drunk. No other services for me, tonight, either, and I doubt there'll be too much interest from the rest of us tonight. Got plans. Might want to put us in a room on the ground floor," he says, winking. After all, anyone working in this place was profoundly unlikely to be easily shocked or taken aback. Nor does he attempt to give her a pat as she walks away, knowing it'd be a fruitless pursuit.<br/><br/>Hearing the word 'boars' draws Johan to grin, and he turns over to see their contact; he looks at her with the same vaguely obscene, mentally-undressing influence that he gave to most everyone he met for the first time. Whether or not he liked what his mind eye saw, he had professional business that took precedence. "That's us. Call me Johan, if they didn't tell you that. I'm loosely in charge of this madhouse of a group." He leans back, letting the others introduce themselves before beckoning Lea to an empty seat. "Go ahead! We're here to meet with you, and after that, get some rest. Had a long day. Hope you haven't been waiting here too long- a bandit group tried to deprive us of our money and our lives. Shocking the way bandits these days never ask for one or the other. So greedy, trying to get both, isn't that right, Drodjee?" He has the orc standing up beside the table, and this one Johan *does* give a brief pat on the rear. "We'd have been here sooner if we hadn't had to deal with those bandits. But, what's done is done. Come, sit, sit," he urges. As he does, he catches Alura out of the corner of his eye- but the spectacle of her chest only diverts his attention briefly. An appealing mystery under there, but... well, perhaps later.