Garret shook the hand of the pig Smiling to the best of his ability. In the real world Garret would have been baffled. Here Garret was tring to decide whether or not this was part of the world or soem form of lycanthropy.<br/><br/>"Garret Cailen", responded the leather clad man. He'd accept hospitality. Though He would be a bit more careful than he was with Jack. "How much are your accomadations, as I cannot be so rude as to accept lodging without at least returning the hospitality".<br/><br/>The inquisitor turned around to look over the road. His eyes flashing silver. Hopefully Emerald would understand what he was attempting to signal, but he only had a moment. He waved them over with the cup in his hand.<br/><br/>"These are my companions, though I may only give my name freely, and your's Master of house of Straw and Comfort", Garret inquired as politely as he could. His eyes back to their normal color as he returned to the home's owner.<br/><br/>Polite he was, cautious he was more so.<br/><br/>