Torhan gave a smile and a quiet whistle when Pipra kissed the merchant. Hooping the necklace along her chest rings he had to admit that was a definitely successful eye catcher and secure place for them. Kind of impractical in combat but still quite alluring to be sure. He would then says<strong>"Onward to the drink, food and pleasant company! Whichever comes first of course. I know the way!"</strong>Torhan was being dramatic for the sake of it and clearly loved entertainment for its own purpose. Heading alongside Pipra the young treasure hunter gave a wink and said<strong>"Well played Pipra, well played."</strong>Torhan was quite impressed that she pulled that off. The girl had a bright future ahead of her to be sure if she kept pulling miracles like that.<br/><br/>Heading towards the Golden Cockatrice one could see where one gets the name for it as there was a small hen house clucking about. One always wonders whether that statue leaning down to pet an invisible chicken was once human or not. It was a warning if there ever was one not to try and steal from the hen house either way if there was a real cockatrice inside of those things. Torhan opens the door and lets Pipra go in first whilst taking a quiet look around the area for the moment. Simple travelers be they pilgrim or not, seated about and intermingled with the locals. Each of them with stories all their own and prospects and hopes to accomplish, small or large. Trades of many sorts could take place here if one knows where to look of course. Whether or not you can find them however is a guess all onto itself. The common room was vast assorted with orange veil lanterns for light with sturdy oak for furnishing and stone underfoot beneath them as lively music plays to make patrons feel welcome.