"[color=fff79a]The name is Taliman Lothloerian, but you can address me as Taliman. While personally disturbing, I supposed the facade is necessary for certain company so 'Sire' will do to appease the commonwealth.[/color]" Taliman had started leading them down the road and through the slave markets to depart from the unsavory sorts. He turns northward at a sign leading toward the crafter's sector of the city. Noting the Inn as Vergu was talking, and as the little halfling directed them, he nods in agreement as he gestures for them to follow along.

"[color=fff79a]You are welcome, Vergu. Let me obtain some food and drink for both of you and we can make our plans in some semblance of privacy.[/color]" Taliman looks back a moment as a passing gaze to see who it is following after them but does so as he walks inside of the Inn. The establishment is well furnished and bears furnishings made of living plants. The tables and chairs appear as grown bushes carefully cared for into such shapes. The counter is a thick and dense hedge as sturdy looking as any stone or wood structure. Behind the counter stands a barkeep with branches in his hair and a long brown beard full of leaves handing out drinks and food.