Dukotti, having no inclination to follow the bedeviling woman or the frail mindbender, will set about finding a hidden place in the streets to sleep. He is penniless but a cunning hunter of safety when necessary. He trusts that his scars, his keen ears, and the fact that he sleeps with one hand on his weapon will keep away any trouble in the night.
He will rise early to meet everyone in the morning.
When Tallask notes that Dukotti isn't taking a room, and further that he doesn't seem to be overloaded with riches, he will offer the elf a place beside the fire with his caravan. "It won't be fancy, and it won't be free from bugs, but it's under the open skies, with good men all about, and a bit of good ale and food before you sleep."
Trust no one... The elven nature in him overpowered his good sense and desire for a more comfortable surroundings. If Tallask was offering something, he would want something in return down the road and Dukotti would be no man's slave any longer.
The elf's reply is a shake of the head after seeming to give the offer a good deal of thought. He then walks away to be on his own.