Shay retied her blouse, giving Yewbough a slight show of her breasts disappearing beyond the cloth. She certainly watched with a slight tinge of loathing as the bard pulled his pants back up. She doubted that when they 'retired' for the evening that the first part of the night would see any resting being accomplished.<br/><br/>"Let's," Shay said, not one to turn down a meal. Especially after getting ripped off for lodgings. Having made herself decent, Shay weaved an arm around Yewbough's and allowed herself to be guided to the tavern. Or wherever Yewbough had in mind. If they happened by the check-in desk, Shay kept an eye out for where their strongbox might have been. She certainly didn't expect the innkeepers to keep their money behind the counter or anything; she more than expected them to bring it to their own quarters after hours. But anything to clue her in on how the inn worked would be good information to have for later that evening.