He went into the inn with several acid and fire flasks on his chest bandolier, and ordered a meal keeping the drone nearby by the simple expedient of planting his foot on its dome and pinning it under the table. He ate quickly and rapidly, not getting any alcohol as it was a poison, and he didn't need to damage his body any more than it already was going to be tomorrow. He paid for the meal and picked up the drone, which had been stalking shadows under the table after slipping out from under his foot, unable to navigate the devious and treacherous maze that was the table legs and chairs that had penned it in. Done with the meal, it headed for the gambling hall, figuring it would be running long into the night, and it might as well at least see what the establishment looked like. After all, it wasn't like it needed sleep.