Once the party was within the safety of the Inn's walls, Sampson finished unlatching the last of the leather straps for his armor, pulling off the breastplate and putting it amongst his other belongings in the wagon. Beneath the breastplate Sampson was wearing a red tunic, the otherwise uniform sanguine hue peppered a darker carmine in the usual places due to perspiration, "<strong>this'll probably go without saying</strong>" Sampson said as he finished stowing away the wagon, untying the mules so he could lead them to the nearby stables for lodging, "<strong>but I'm heading on in to grab a drink and a bite to eat, y'all are welcome to join me.</strong>"<br/><br/>Finishing with his business outside, Sampson went into the tavern and, upon finding a place to sit (one with enough seats to accommodate anyone who wanted to join,) got to ordering a mug of mead and a plate of liver with onions. Along with his order, Sampson asked the barmaid, "<strong>You guys got a bath-house in this complex?</strong>"