The council murmurs, and looks ready to interrogate him further, but the dwarven woman stares them down. "Enough, all of you. It's late, it's been a long day for everyone involved. Get some rest.<br/><br/>In the inn, the crowd is much the same as it was the night before, though there's a new figure he doesn't recognize; an attractive, human woman, apparently having taken off most of her armor, judging from the light, quilted armor she wears, aside from a breatplate, though she has a large, heavy steel shield slung over the back of her chair, while a flail hangs off of her belt. She blinks in surprise, as Isixam enters, and seems to be watching him, fairly intently.