Evidently, the Ifrit had it in mind to get himself drunk, as they were wont to do. Or at least fed, as most beings required. Much as Saptheth lacked the means to achieve either goal, he followed the stout humanoid into the inn anyway, observing the sign hanging over the entrance and the generally positive attitude of most others inside at that moment. As far as architecture went, Rohan was sorely lacking compared to the often grand and glorious buildings of Balchoth that he was accustomed to, though in fairness, he'd admit that their lands were rather greener than those of his somewhat arid homeland. Then again, a surprising amount of his home continent was far from habitable by any but the sturdiest of men, desert-laden as it was; Balchoth itself had thrived for a high density of oasises to build towns and cities around, giving it an advantage over many of its neighbouring lands in both prosperity and, if he said so himself, appearance.

That said, it seemed everyone else in this small party was finding themselves seating around the same table, near a man who, upon some listening in, claimed to be the king's foremost smith. If that was so... but they were leaving on the morrow. No smith could forge suitable armour for a horse in a night, and he of course lacked the funds to ensure he could buy some for his new mount. He'd have to trust that it'd be properly armoured for a fight by the stable boy, or whoever handled that aspect of horse preparation. He'd heard surprisingly good things about Westron iron... would that iron were more common in his homeland. In any case, he didn't care to take a seat- he wondered if the guards would even let him- and so he simply folded his arms and stood, listening to the group from a distance as they engaged in their banal conversation, until such time as the knight- the only one, he was sure, who might pose any sort of notable threat to his life were he to engage them all- rose from the table and left, apparently aiming to get an early night's sleep, and seemingly failing to notice Saptheth outright. And with him gone... well, he was sure conversation would be a tad more interesting if it didn't devolve into two men crossing blades. Or at least attempting to before one of them was riddled with bolts. If nothing else, he could remind the rest who would really be in charge of proceedings.

Saptheth approached the table the rest of the group were seated round, flanked by the guards meant to stop him acting up, though for the care he gave them, he felt he could handily have passed them off as his own. Once it was reached, he again chose not to sit, instead leaning down to rest his elbows upon the surface. 'Since we speak of what needs to be said,' he interjected, once again in Westron, 'it ought to be... explained... that, no matter what your opinions of me and mine, I believe the anvil bears acqu- ...finding. So long as I am not acc- attacked without need, I will be glad of your... help, in this manner. Clearly, the threat in... [i]volved[/i] in it falling into the wrong hands is quite great. If the Ifrit's reaction is anything to go by,' he concluded, nodding in Branack's direction at his mention.

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