The 'slinger raises a bow and dismounts gracefully after the elf, turning to his horse. Whispering a command to it, the robotic beast trodded off to the stables on it's own... ahh, the joys of having  a smarter-than-average horse.<br/><br/>Into the inn the 'slinger stepped, one finger tracing the rim of his hat while he surveyed the room. Anyone could tell, if they'd even heard rumors, just what this man's profession was. The stylish clothing, the pistols, the swagger... but it was always the hat.<br/><br/>So he follows Mizrel after a moment, spurs jingling lightly with every step, only saying one word.<br/><br/>"Evenin'."