The paladin bristled, at his reprimand - somewhat literally, as her fur stood up on end, across her back. She didn't get openly angry, though, and merely nodded at his direction. "As you wish," she said. He would get a feeling that she might deliberately misinterpret his orders... especially when she still spent twelve or more hours a day by his side, arguing that this was, indeed, 'time for herself', and she had chosen to take it guarding him.<br/><br/>Arriving at the city, the guards seemed to have been briefed of his arrival, as they seemed to be expecting him and his group, directing them to the local inn, close to the town's entrance, while someone went to run a message to the local lord.<br/><br/>The local inn, called The Waterhorse, is a two-story inn standing just off the village commons. A sign above the door depicts a rider clinging to the back of a madly galloping horse with a green mane and a fish’s tail extending from its hindquarters. The inn’s walls are painted a cheerful shade of yellow to complement the red shutters. It's fairly busy, with their afternoon arrival, and the eclectic group has certainly garnered a fair amount of attention.