For Alistair the idea of going to the inn sounds dashing. Two champions and two servants were dead with no clues and no way to track them, thus standing about in the same spot brooding over it is a complete waste of time and energy. "I would visit their graves in the morning." He say somberly. "By far it was Beyonce that deserved this fate more..." He shoulders his pack. "But nothing to be done about it now. We should go to the inn and rest."<br/><br/>Once at the inn Alistair will take a single room unless someone asks him to bunk with them out of fear. He doesn't wish to force some manner of sleeping arrangement on someone, and quite frankly he doesn't seem all that afraid of assassins or other manner of boogeyman. Once in his room he will pour over his book discovering the wonders of his new magical powers. The book will also confirm what he already knows in that his own magical energy is fueled by carnal lust. With this learned it would seem fate dealt him a winning hand by placing him in a band full of perverts.