[center][h3][b]I'onriyi Stonehand[/b][/h3][/center][hr]
Then, before the man could reply one of the sisters turned to him causing the penin to raise a brow at her forceful words. When the innkeeper responded he gave him a sidelong glance and nodded, before the Deo'iel cut in ferally. I'on's eyes narrowed and he glanced back at her as her magical energies expanded, an air of violence briefly suffusing the atmosphere. He couldn't help his fingertips grazing his staff, despite it being on his back. He made an effort to draw his hand away from it, reaching into his coin purse and retrieving two rodlin for the innkeep when he returned--despite the man stating it would be on the house.

In that moment, as he retrieved the rodlins, he had decided that he didn't like that they'd be in an enclosed, private place with these two. The thought made him somewhat uneasy, even as the more human of the sister calmed her sibling. He turned away from them as the innkeep returned, spilling a tiny amount of the Finest as he did so. The penin [i]almost[/i] kept his coin, but instead decided to speak as he slid the two rodlin across the bar, [b]"Nonsense. You run a business. I'm the customer, not these two,"[/b] he said pointedly, barely stopping himself from adding, [i]'...and they'd do well to remember it,'[/i] to his statement. Instead he left the rodlin on the counter and snatched the drink up, taking a long swig wherein he finished at least 1/3rd of the drink.

The penin then walked right past the sisters, making a point not to look at them. When they were soundly behind them he gave Ixion a look, weaving sigils with his free hand at an angle the Deo'iel couldn't see. The assassin would feel an impression of caution as the mage finished and passed him. As he did so, stopping at the exit from the inn's dining hall, he turned back, gesturing in the direction they'd been heading, [b]"Well? Come on then. Don't have all day."[/b]

He still felt the Finest's sting in his throat and mouth, but he liked it. The drink's sharpness took a bit of the edge off of his current situation, not to mention the fact that it made his exhaustion swiftly recede. Still, he'd keep to being careful till they were done with these two and well out of the tavern.

Funny how he'd returned to have a nice rest, but had instead ended up embroiled in no less than three conflicts since his arrival, perhaps four if this situation got out of hand. Five if he counted the close call with the guards.

This was getting ridiculous.