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Baele would stop mid-sentance. "But of cours' t'the Inn o' my choosin'. Rest is needed when one's traveled a near weeks distance in a li'l more than a day." He brimmed with joy at the fact. A smug look petrified to his face. He held himself proudly, as if assuring he was never in any real harm.

"Don' worry miss, should ye' need meh, I'll be 'ere for ya'"Turning slightly to Ryker he adds, "An' you as'well"... With a slight bow to Ana and Ryker he relieved himself from their company and began heading across town. One could assume it was to an Inn he knew of the last time he had visited.

Leading the way was Baele, laughing his jolly dwarven laugh and pointing out the landmarks along the way. "This brings back ole memories". He continues ranting on, some of the words coming out incoherently as his excitement precedes him.

"OI! I 'avent seen this town since I was a lad."

Tower shield still in hand he digs it into the ground so it supports itself upright. He then sheaths his scimitar, Baele nods wiping his brow of sweat. The Gate opens and as Ryker steps through. Baele instinctively bows his head still holding up his tower shield with his right arm.

"Tis been a while young lord. Wha' brings ye down to this establishmen'?"

Baele raises his head resting his arm on the top most of his shield using it as a support to lean against.