He found their lack of concern oddly reassuring, it reinforced his rather frantic hope that the stories had been right, and that he was recalling them properly. Mistakes would have been bad. Though he was a bit concerned about the new ideas he was giving them. Their lack of change was one of the things that had helped drive them off, or so he recalled.<br/><br/>The inn was as cliched as he expected, and he half expected to hear his DM speaking, 'You all meet in a tavern, and a mysterious stranger in a concealing cloak comes forward, toward the group...' He refrained from showing his amusement, as they all went upstairs, and he focused on ordering the meal, sliding a number of gold coins across, more than enough for a handful of days, and meals as he requested. Meals similar to what Blossom had made, and enough for everyone, though they would include meat for the sphinxes and himself. The lack of good protein had been causing him to drag a bit. Once that was done, he lingered in the inn, over a mug of whatever passed for alcoholic piss in these parts, suddenly glad that he had learned to drink swill in the military. It made choking stuff down easier.