"Do you talk this much because you're nervous of me or this city?" Branack asked, stomping through the mud. His boots were so low and his body so stout that his feet were stuck to the mud near the top of his boots, so he waded through it like he would heavy snow or a shallow marsh. It slowed him not at all, however.  

He glanced back at the girl of the mannish race as she followed. She seemed fidgety enough, but she'd keep following him regardless. If she wasn't going to follow, she'd have left by now. He wasn't an expert of men, though he often dealt trade with them. But he'd known a few stray dogs that had escaped LakeTown to know when one would or would not follow. 

The Inn up ahead had an 8 legged Foal as the image on its sign. "Odd." he muttered, and pushed the door open. He held it open for the girl, making no real expression with his face until she had made it inside. It was warmer in here, and the ale should be good. Men weren't bad Ale makers from what he had seen. He glanced to the right, and saw two of the men that had been in the King's court sitting and speaking to each other. 

"C'mon." he told her, then marched his way over to the men, and gave them a bow. "Branack of the Lonely Mountain. At yer service." he told them, simply being polite. He pulled up a chair and sat down with them, letting the 4th empty chair be the for young lass. "So, how is the Ale here?" he asked, and didn't even wait for a response before he ordered 2 mugs and some breaded cake. [@Vor][@Sigurd][@DrunkasaurusRex]