Markus nods to the rest of the group before walking off into the inn to search for a room and a tankard or two of ale.  He ignores the devil-woman and goes and sits in another dark corner drinking his ale.  Beneath his calm exterior he worries about the ramifications of the werewolves in the area.  He wanted to believe there were only 2 and one of those was dead, but pragmatism made him worry about the existance of more of the foul creatures.  He would have to search the surrounding woods, but that would have to wait for the morning they would be far to risky alone at night.  If push came to shove he could always torch the town, like he torched the village he was born in, hoping the fire would cleanse the horrors from the woods.  But that would have to be a weapon of last resort, too many innocents would die if he did that.  These thoughts passed through his head as he nursed his drink.