<strong>Outside the Inn</strong><br/><br/>Staring at Ada and Tavah, letting his gaze wander over at the wagons blocking most of the entrance to the stables, the man frowned slightly before letting out a short laugh. "There may be space but I think we have two groups here who are not eager to let down their guard. I think, for the sake of safety, it would be best if we kept separate. You'll sleep with yours, and I'll sleep with mine." His tone serious, he watched the two men near him, speaking seriously. "I don't trust you any more than yours trust me."<br/><br/>The orc-woman seemed surprised at Tavah's words though, seeming to consider the matter a moment and waving a hand behind her, the bowmen on horses lowering their bows again, though they didn't put them away. None had an arrow drawn before either, but now none of them were actually holding them at ready either. Still, those bows were not back in the straps to just carry along yet. Tension was still present.<br/><br/>"Rahn, he's a wilder. If they were itching for a fight he'd say it to our face." The barbarian woman gestured at Tavah at this time, her tone serious and seeming to hold authority. "We're getting soaked and paranoid in the rain, lets just get in and if you still want to argue you boys can whip them out and be done with that uncertainty of who's got the biggest." Her tone openly mocking, the man growled and cast a look at her, before shouting at the other riders. "Come lads, lets get some shelter then!" The man called Rahn snarled, looking at Ada. "So, mixed or divided, how we gonna go about this?" He raised a brow. Their horses could hardly fit inside the inn but then again the inn looked to be in good shape with perhaps even good beds upstairs, if they too were kept in a shape as fine as the downstairs tavern-area had been left as.<br/><br/>The barbarian woman began riding towards the table, casting a look at Analise and Mark at the entrance, seeming to raise her gaze then up towards where Elise was, perhaps by instinct, but there was no signs of her seeing Elise on her face at least, just a curious glance at the loft in the heights. Her horse shifted a bit restlessly, lacking any obvious flank markings that the horses of the realm, like the ones before the carriage, had held.<br/><br/>"I'm Taika, guide to these folks. Ain't the most friendly bunch but they aren't bad folks. If you got the room I'd like to rest with ya." She muttered something a bit less audibly, reaching only Analise and Mark at the time. "Besides I'd sleep easier with other women around too."<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>As the other riders began to get closer however, Tha'ael would get a better look at them, passing a bit closer to her, the rain no longer hampering the view and yet another crackling thunderbolt above giving a brief illumination. The look of those four men was diverse with leather and studded leather of different designs shared between them, their bows too seeming of different making, but one thing they had in common was the markings on their horses. The mark of Realm's military was burnt into them, but had since then been branded over with a more recent cross, ruining the earlier branding.<br/><br/>If Realm's forces sold horses they didn't need they received a new branding. Ruining the original one was a practice common with bandits or other lawless folk that wanted to show they could take anything they wanted from the Realm, defying it. Such folks were also to be either captured on sight, or if that wasn't possible, executed on suspicion of treason. They'd have to have a very good reason to ride such horses certainly.<br/><br/>Furthermore, as they approached with bows lowered at least two of them were releasing the straps on what looked like shortswords strapped to their back. Riding leisurely closer towards the waiting people.