Back in the inn, Misha's just quietly drinking some very light wine and relaxing on a stool with a rather shakily-written scroll on wild magic when she sees Jules walk in out of the corner of her eye; flaring one wing and waggling it, she beckons him over. "How'd your trip into the city go? Kind of dingy, isn't it? These ports, they're nice places in their way, but I tend to prefer either going all in with the comforts of a big city or being able to hunt freely out in the wild... little towns don't do much for me. You?"