He'd overbribed the two guards; the flash of emotion on the raccoon's face was enough to tell Johan that. Oh well; better that than to irritate the guards with too small a bribe, and in so doing call down the wrath of what passed for authority in a misbegotten little town like this. Nodding to both of the guards as he passes, Johan shepherds Drodjee along into the town. He'd been before. Nothing had changed, and aside from some of the details it was also the same as a dozen other shady port towns he'd been in in his day. "I'd say they earned it," Johan cheerily says once they're "safely" inside the rickety gate. "Earned it and more. Heh. Good thing none of us intend to<span style="font-style: italic">sell</span>anyone, I'd hate to have to bribe clerks. Clerks are never honest or cheap," he says with the conviction of a born adventurer.<br/><br/>Looking at the castle, he grins. Storming that would be a hell of a job, and not one Johan'd prefer to take on even with a full battalion of troops. Nah, something like that you'd want to sneak in and start eating guards by the load before anyone could use those big, beautiful cannons on you. The more formidable the defenses, the more fitting it was to sneak in behind them and just ignore all the time and effort some poor soul had put into their construction. Similarly, he looks at the town as a series of tactical problems, automatically figuring out where he'd put forces to hold or attack each street and building in the event it was needed. Just beccause that was basically wholly impossible didn't mean it wasn't worth *considering*. The inn looked like a good place to hole up both by comparison to the other fleabitten hovels doing duty for inns they passed and in absolute terms, given that he suspected he wouldn't be getting as much sleep as he might need after the day's events.<br/><br/>Feeling Sasara's tail whack his rear, he stiffens and looks in the direction of the fights. "Might be fun," he allows, "If anyone wants to go betting, just remember to travel in a group. I'd suggest nobody who's still feeling the effects of what we did today try the fighting, but if you do, again, bring backup. One mercenary or adventurer alone on streets like this is like a free lunch sign. Speaking of-" He pats Yumina's shoulder. "I'd be honored, if that came to pass. I don't think the quality of, ah, dinner any of us could get there would be too high, but-" Johan shrugs. "Such is life. I'll hold off on the fights until we find out how suicidal a next mission we're going to get in teh wake of today." With Drodjee in tow, he starts heading for the inn, checking to see who was coming with him and who was drawn to the street fights to be sure they weren't being left out on a limb by themselves.