He smiled back, and nodded, but didn't bother to respond to the implied threat, or his attitude. He simply went on his way, the rest of the party following as they headed on to the town, and as it was nearing nightfall, he got them a trio of rooms in the inn. He dropped off his equipment in the room, and then had a fairly large meal brought up, so the others could eat in their natural forms. He finished his portion, and then retired to the main room for a couple mugs, where he sat in the corner of the tavern, right by the fireplace where he was easily visible for his inevitable follower from the local garrison and sat draining tankards and glaring at a map of the nation. He had a nice big red X where he knew a ruin was, thanks to the map on his PDA, and was tracing out different colored paths, three different ones. He wanted them to know what path he would take, it would prove easier to elude them later when he vanished from it, as they wouldn't realize how fast or far they could move.