"The idiots at the last village told us this place was only a day's ride away." Feichin grumbled, casting an annoyed glance towards the man walking beside the horse. He was torn between blaming the men who had given them directions and blaming the slave. Of course, he eventually settled on blaming them both. "You're too slow." Of course, his slave could hardly be rightfully blamed for not travelling on foot at the same speed as a horse, but Feichin was in no mood to hear that logic. The heat was making him crabby, even though he barely wore any clothing, and the weather was likely considered quite temperate to most native inhabitants. His complaints about the country were numerous and varied, and he never seemed to be in a particularly good mood. But he had his reasons to be there, even if he rarely spoke them.<br/><br/>"At least we're finally here." He muttered, leading the horse into the small village. Of course, he'd ridden the whole way, while leaving his 'travelling partner' to walk at the side, only allowing him up when he became too frustrated with their slow progress. "They had better be right about this place or I'll go back and use them as the next batch of ingredients." He looked around, noting the inn with a certain amount of distaste. "It will have to do, I suppose." While he complained, he still imagined it would be vastly better than the tent they had been forced to sleep in for the past few nights. He slipped off the horses back, checking the numerous pouches at his belt. Once he was sure that everything was there and secure, he turned to his slave. "We'd best go in, keep your wits about you, as difficult as that might be."<br/><br/>With that comment, he slipped into the inn, holding himself with the arrogance and poise befitting his station. People turned to look, he was used to it. The bright, tribal make-up and his foreign clothing never failed to draw attention, his language even more so. He quickly sought out the inn-keeper, looking to his slave once more. "Tell him we want to rent a room." His language was just as harsh as his tone, making him seem even fiercer. Which was just fine with him, it helped him decide the mettle of those he met.