Caerdain spits out a curse as swarms of vermin roll across his feet, and he makes an honest effort to squash at least one of the little buggers beneath his feet before they get too far. Well, he starts to, at least... until the woman in the curve-hugging gown glides his way.<br/><br/>"Hrmm..." Caerdain's eyes travel the length of the woman's body- and then across the rest of the room- before he reaches out to take her hand, leaning forward to brush her knuckles with his lips. The act itself seems surreal... taking the time to observe formalities as if they were in a Taldan court, rather than a bath-house with a naked, tattooed amazon, a pink-haired girl with cat ears, and a blonde laying eggs. And to make matters worse, he's feeling... fatigued, and slightly woozy. Surely he's not so squeamish as to be unsettled by  vermin? "Caerdain, of the Blue Swallows Caravan. And it wasn't so much your group as a whole, as your pink haired friend and her... pursuers... that got my attention. I followed to make sure everything was alright."<br/><br/>When it comes to the woman's invitation to join them, though, the traveler becomes... a bit less comfortable. First because he's been out of general company for so long, and second because... well... the "aftereffects" of the group's "last adventure" seem to be a bit on the strange side.<br/><br/>Of course, finding himself- unkempt and slightly-buzzed as he is- the subject of such a beautiful woman's gaze  is a bit unnerving in itself. Pleasant, perhaps, but he suddenly feels very self-conscious...