Though half afraid that the prices at the inn would be beyond exorbitant, Runa followed behind her friends, seeing some wisdom in Sharphorn's reasoning. That didn't mean that she was happy about it, however. The prospect of giving up money, of any value, always made her stomach twist, an unfortunate side-effect of growing up with very little. Throgili's antics upon entering the bar also made her cringe, as they drew the eye of everyone in the room. Of course, as his companions, that attention was spread to Sharphorn and herself as well, which was really what bothered her about the whole thing. Regardless of the attention, she followed behind her friends, staring at her toes to hide the faint blush that had shown up on her cheeks.

Runa regretted her decision to set right next to Throgili almost immediately after sitting down, as he shouted for the barkeep to get him a drink and practically blew her eardrum out. Ear still ringing, she held up a hand to get the barkeeper's attention and asked for a glass of water. Turning to Sharphorn, she asked, "Do you think that any of the things we heard about on the way here would be good jobs?" Several of them had sounded interesting to Runa, but, as usual, she would defer to her friends on the final decision. They had more experience with adventuring, or at least that was the way that it seemed.