Hannibal said nothing as the Magistrate eyed them all, though he met the male's gaze with one of his own.  He was a man not used to backing down from anyone, and that surely wasn't going to start now.  His demeanor when he accepted his 'place' as Ciara's bodyguard was something that still bristled within him, but any defiance would have been troublesome, and possibly a stone to block any further travel along their intended course.  He wasn't going to let anything, or anyone, keep him from his goal.  Besides, if necessary, any obstacles could be dealt with later.  He smirked, and glanced to Ciara as the thought crossed his mind.<br/><br/>He only nodded in reply to the Magistrate, then turned, and exited the small office.  The place was confining, though that offered some safety, the cramped quarters were beginning to wear on him.  Back in the open, he was surprised to find that the feeling wasn't much different.  It likely had more to do with the hundreds of tons of rock over his head, he mused.  He breathed deeply, however, and calmed himself.  No sense in worrying about what could happen, he thought.  Only of what will happen.<br/><br/>He began walking in the direction of the inn that the Magistrate had guided them toward.  As he walked, his eyes constantly shifted from one thing to the next, as if searching for any danger.  He was a stranger in a strange land, and for all his skill, the feeling of being an inferior simply wouldn't leave him.  It was disconcerting to the think that the one drow he had bested in combat had really been something of a lucky happenstance.  How would he face in a real battle in their homeland?  Outnumbered, surely out maneuvered, and with the superiority of their magical weapons and abilities, he was likewise outmatched when it came right down to it.<br/><br/>That wasn't something he liked thinking about.<br/><br/>"Where is the inn?" he asked finally, stopping to glance back at his companions.  "I grow weary of the noise of this city."