Feeling Flann shut down his Vitalist's network, and the attitude from both him and Vim, Connor reflected. High-level magic could detect some psionics, and vice-versa. If the lizardman had its' own magical ability, then a detect psionics on it would active magical awareness. Arcane blood? Perhaps a racial ability? But there should have been nothing wrong with talking among themselves.
"All right. Four. Kotsi will stay, given her...concerns." Connor stated. "It will also make it easier, since we can tell the innkeep that Kotsi will keep the suite or move to her own room. I'm ready to go now, warrior - you never did tell us your name."
After the conversation:
Vim gathers his equipment quickly and makes himself prepared to leave with haste.
(Sorry everyone, daylight is coming, possibly next week)
Hey, that's a nice surprise! Life feeling a little calmer?
The lizardfolk rubs the side of it's jaw. "No, I did not give you my name, did I? What a ssstrange oversssight. I'm sssure it will be adressssed at sssome point in the future."
The lizardfolk leads the group out through the back of the inn, and into alley ways that are always dark, given the location of the city.
After winding through the back alleys for a good 10 minutes, and after the group is thoroughly lost, the lizardfolk turns and reaches into the bag it has hanging from it's shoulder. It takes small caps out, four of them. "Put on head, sssay 'Lissshhnar Assshanti Malthossss'." It holds the caps out to the party.
Adran takes the cap.
"Oooo... A new hat. What's it do?" He plops it on his head and prances around.
"How do I look? Do you have any in blue? I sure do like blue. It's my favorite color. So now what?"
Vim watches in interest as Adran dons the cap with no obvious immediate consequences, and then followed suit, despite the clash with his otherwise dashing outfit. One couldn't afford to be picky though, at times like this anyway. "Very well, then, friend. What's next? And where have you taken us?"