"Thank you!", Puternic replied as his eyes examined the weakness and strengths of the stranger man approaching him. 'No, you cannot help me', Puternic thought to himself, hidding his superiority feeling towards Kor: that man could be of no use to his interest. Even so, free aggression would be meaningless. After all, were everyone honest and sincere, society would vanish in an endless war of everyone against everyone. Making use of some lies was necessary, even for a man like Puternic.<br/><br/>As regards the inn, his first impression inn was very good: even though the placelooked terrible from outside, it was neat and tight from inside. Not that he actually cared: in his way to that place, Puternic slept under the moonlight and his body was dirty and covered with his scents and mud. His natural warmth prevented him from feeling uncomfortable no matter the weather. In reality, one could feel his temperature as one approached him: this explains why he always wears a jeans bermuda and nothing else - Puternic would sweat a lot under anything heavier.<br/><br/>Surrounded by a number of gremlins, Kor seemed to be the responsible for the place. Rather than fussing around, the creatures seemed to behave well and comply with the ordinary chores in that inn. Such was the cleanness of the place that Puternic could easily smell the lovely scent of a female, apparently covered in bubbles. Rather instinctively, he turned his head towards the source of the scents: the female was in the second floor and her second was coming from the central stairs. Without turning to look at Kor, he introduced himself.<br/><br/>"I am Rica Balatiu", Puternic stretched his hand to the strangers in a strong, manly grip. "What is your name, son?"