Clings to your arm like a nervous new bride would and smiles shyly as we walk through the inn. I also take my time to look around the room before whispering barely audibly, "we are not going to eat here right? I don't think it would be very wise." As we walk some of the less desirable inhabitants look me over hungrily making me cling even harder to your arm. "James are you sure your friend is here?"