At the inn Arran could recognize three of the men waiting easily enough. They were sitting on a bench outside and drinking heavily. The lead one, at least from what he could tell, gave the apprentice a wave as he approached. Though he stopped short and turned away at the sight of how muddy he'd gotten.<br/><br/>Not quite leaving him alone they still leered at the mage, though they didn't actually say anything to him as he approached.