[center][h3][b]I'onriyi Stonehand[/b][/h3][/center][hr]
Nodding as he listened to the man, I'on's head eventually turned as the innkeeper mentioned the two figures in the room, the same two whom everyone was giving a wide berth. He didn't like this.

Turning around, the sturdy mage's eyes observed the approach of the two deo'iel with a look somewhere between tiredness, worry, and annoyance. Every time he extracted himself from one problematic situation, it seemed he was pulled straight into another one. This time it was through no fault of his own as he found himself recalling the corporal's actions before their entry. The turning head, something often done to survey a room, the subtle change in attitude. The penin almost gritted his teeth in annoyance, but thought better of it and forced himself to take a deep, quiet, breath and relax.

At least Ixion had decided the length of their stay. Forty rodlin, fifty if they wanted meals. He continued his deep quiet breaths at the thought. He barely knew the two, but was putting them up in a fairly nice inn for five days. They were suspects for a murder, they'd disrupted the peace. Then again, he'd been on scene as well, in fact, the only reason the guards likely hadn't put the lot of them down--or at least tried to--was because of his reputation. It was a nice perk of having lived in Zerul city for awhile and garnered a certain level of notoriety. He was a respected member of society here.

As the two arrived before them, the female before the male, I'on felt his senses pick up additional details about the two. Subtle energies that danced about and through them notified him, even before he saw their mirror-like eyes, of their heritage and further of their individual power. While the female seemed normal enough, her aura containing only subtle traces of infernal influence, the slower cloaked deo'iel was a different story. It was as if darkness pervaded the entirety of the space around the demonspawn. He couldn't sense anything truly mortal from the man, but his senses only stretched so far so he made no conclusions, an eyebrow raising slightly for a moment before lowering.

The woman spoke, swiftly followed by Ixion and I'on's eyes darted to the assassin for a moment before looking back to the woman, taking a step forwards, and revealing a congenial smile. Even as he did so he heard the long exhale of his other companion and glanced in his direction for but a fraction of a second, a barely noticeable movement of his eyes.

His hand lightly touched Ixion's own arm, a friendly gesture where one might not have been appropriate given their prior interactions, but he found it necessary. There was a firmness about the action. However, as if to contrast the firmness, the penin's voice, when he spoke was level, friendly even, but weathered—his exhaustion plain in its timbre, [B]“I'm sure it won't be at all troublesome. Though, I must say we've had a long day so I'd at least hope to keep things brief, if that is at all possible.”[/B] He hoped his companions got the message in his actions. They couldn't afford any further trouble and [I]he[/I] wasn't willing to deal with anymore either. While he felt somewhat responsible for the two strangers, if not only because of the involvement of the guardsman and the investigation, he was down to his last nerve and anything further was liable to rightly garner his ire.

He'd had quite enough. Hopefully the two deo'iel would pose no real problems.

Hopefully.