Coldly, Alric simply ignores Christian's question - stomping away in a mood befitting his attire - black.
Within, the tavern and inn is quite gorgeous. The door opens into a large common room, littered with marble tables fixed to the floor, gorgeous, padded oak chairs, and people laughing, eating, talking. Above, there's an open balcony all the way around to the second storey, and again to the third, leaving a cavernous ceiling. The lighting gradually dims the higher one looks, until the ceiling itself is painted black with faintly glowing stars in blue and white. Shortly, a short, pert serving girl walks up, and seats you all at a farther table.
She brings food quickly, and the faire is really quite good. Smiling, and leaving a small ceramic cup in the center of the table for payment and tips, she gestures a slender hand upward, "If you'll be needing rooms, however many, just let me know." With that, she bows slightly, and makes her way to new arrivals.
The patrons of the place are mostly merchants - drunk, cosmopolitan merchants. They are loud, and raucious, but seem to pose no threat. Throughout the place in small clusters are what you presume are travelling, well off mercenaries, from the weapons belted at their sides and backs. One patron, however, makes your heart stop. He wears close-fitting black pants and shirt, with a long, crimson cape draped behind him, stopping just above his boots. Long, silken black hair follows his severe face closely, and his short, black beard hides his features - save for those cold, blue eyes. An incredibly ornate crossbow dangles from his belt, and after he leaves with an unintentional cape flourish, you realize that this man is an Inquisitor. That is, an agent dispatched by the Empire to track and kill those who practice the arcane beyond most hedge wizardry. In years of late, the Emperor has seemed to have grown paranoid of casters not in his thrall.
At his leave, however, none seem to be a direct threat - and the evening is nice.
OOC: Dembrilion, in the way of apparent exits, there is, of course, the door you came through. You assume each suite would have a window, as well as there being some sort of back enterance to bring kitchen supplies, VIPs, etc.
