Quillian had been relaxing in the Inn after one of his errands of mercy to here or there. Having just dropped off his travel clothes to be cleaned, he was in basic clothing, and, uncharacteristically for him, without an obvious holy symbol out, though he still had a small travel one hanging around his neck under his shirt. "Good day, gentlemen. I couldn't help but overhear you are headed to the Dunn Wright Inn. Would you mind some company? I am headed that direction myself, and am a bit curious as to why you have need of a healer when you seem strong enough for most things to give you sufficient berth."