Drakmir nearly falls off the saddle as he is helped by a human to keep upright. He believes the drow is their mistress and he turns to the man before forcing out a few words. "They are with me good sir. I am Drakmir." He said before slowly glancing to.the barbarians. Great...more complications. There is a matron who is coming un ere and that alone could be problematic to say the least. "May I request a favor. Weve been riding for several.days in a rush. I need a discreet place to recover. One that may go..unnoticed?" He asks softly trying to.keep it out of earshot whinch is hard as his voice is deep and powerful.<br/><br/>He stumbles a little before at last he moves forward with the aid.of the man. His eyes glancing around and taking stock of who is currently around the area. He than glances towards the tavern. "Perhaps there? Or do.you reccommend someplace else?" He asked the man now helping him as he finds it hard to.keep his eyes open since exhaustion takes him and at last he slumps over unable and darkness takes him to dream.