Another oddly-dressed man had come into the inn, accompanied by some strange kind of monster. Lander was surprised that they let these types of...pets...into the inns with their masters, but far be it from him to tell a man how his business should be run. Actually, it reminded him of some particularly uptight townies he had met during his travels back home.

"We don't allow beasts in our establishment..." Just having the wrong eyecolor and being recognized as someone with magic in their blood was enough to get someone kicked out of town by dumb yokels, or worse.

Didn't go back there again...

The man found a spot at the bar near where Lander was sitting, and proceeded to drown his sorrows, all the while talking out loud to his 'pet' as if he expected it to talk back.

"What's he having? Don't tell me he likes to get sloshed every now and then." Lander asked the man, gesturing towards the animal, amused. "You look like you lost something. Me, I'm just trying to find out where the hell I am."