After what seems like an age, Dimitri emerges from the inn amongst what seems to be a growing flock of land walkers. He is still exuding wariness towards them along with a sense of collective sadness, but food and wine have mellowed his caution somewhat.
Skraw lifts into the air with a shreik, typical human lulled by food an companionship. It looks like Skraw will have to be the one to keep an eye out for trouble - as usual. At least he has remembered to bring some food.
As Dimitri lifts a handful of scraps high in the air Skraw swoops and takes them in her talons, retreating to a nearby rooftop from where she can both eat and keep an eye on her master.