Aidan’s quick compliance certainly took some of the edge off of Feichin’s frustrations. He wasn’t particularly inclined to deal with a stubborn ‘pet’ at this point. A little fire was amusing at times, even prefferable on rare occasions, but now was in no doubt not one of those times. He gave a noise that only Aidan, having been around him constantly for the past while, would have been able to recognize as slightly approving before he left. He had no interest in staying in the inn any longer than neccesary.<br/><br/>At least there were bound to be other things to do in this bloody place. If there was anything Feichin would depend upon with these foreigners it would be a certain level of entertainment, and something told him that this place had more than it’s fair share. He found himself drawn to one building in particular entirely due to the fact that the sign boasted a name that was not in the english tongue. He had come to hate it, and many others, in his travels, but this one was different, familiar in a way that he couldn’t grasp, nor could he be bothered thinking very long on the subject.<br/><br/>As he entered the brothel, he was rather suddenly reminded of home. The luxory of the place, and the clear definition between status was oddly relaxing. Even before he figured out what the place was for, he had come to the decision that he would be spending a fair amount of time here. The rest was only an added bonus. The fact that they were all elves brought a small smile to Feichin’s lips, and he wondered idly if it might make Aidan jealous. Being honest to himself, he imagined his pet might only be relieved that it wasn’t himself, for once, but still, he could imagine such things, and it amused him greatly.<br/><br/>Feichin made his way over to a seat, lounging about as if he owned the place, an all too common habit for him. He’d decided he would wait for his pet to find him, assuming he could do it in a timely fashion. He wanted to be sure his things were secure before getting distracted. Of course, the most important things were in pouches attached to a belt that rarely left his body, and never for long, but he still did not relish the idea of having to replace the numerous other things they had brought with them.<br/><br/>Besides, it gave him plenty of time to eye the elves as they wandered about on their business, which he did hungrily and without shame.