"Well this is just wonderful, where am I suppose to go for a nice relaxing evening of book reading and bathing?" Staring at the girl and wondering why she is so flustered. Taking a look around before shrugging to myself. Huffing out of there and back outside, already yelling, again in various languages, over why I could have had teleported into a actual town!?<br/><br/>Forgetting about having a bath for now, since apparently this is how adventurers are suppose to be. Would make sense that being on the road means that there isn't much of a priority of keeping all nice and shiny clean. Standing there pondering for a good minute, before walking back and storming into the small Inn.<br/><br/>"Might as well serve me some breakfast, waitress. I'll be up front reviewing my maps." Of which I do, wandering back to the front and taking a seat, while taking the time to shuffle through all of my books.