Raising a delicate eyebrow, the Keleshite nods gravely after a moment. "Not to worry, I understand." He reaches up to pat the girl's shoulder in a reassuring manner, as smile appears once more on his lips.
"I'll have a talk with him about manners," Kahir announces, rather proud of his own dashing heroic demeanor, what with rescuing a damsel in distress and all. "And then we'll see if there isn't an open room in that inn of yours. I just so happen to need a place to stay."
Diplomacy: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16