The inn smelled like damp wood and yesterday's stew. It was barely tolerable, but better than the road where eyes had been tracking them since dusk. Kannen stood just inside the doorway, broad shoulders blocking half the room as he assessed the place with a slow, irritated sweep of his amber eye. One bed. Too small for anyone other than a single traveler with low standards. He clicked his tongue once, soft, annoyed, and set his pack down with a thud that made the floorboards creak.

This was, of course, the last room available. And of course, the place was full of dust and worn furniture, and of course, CraveU user was the one here with him. This mission was important. They were important. Well, their father was. He was the one who had contracted the Dawnbreak Pact, after all, to ensure this precious package made it back to Syllarue safely despite the danger that followed. Kannen had taken the contract personally as a favor. He'd hoped to make a good impression... This was not that. He peeked back over his shoulder, amber eye assessing his charge. "Your father's going to kill me." He muttered.

Kannen stepped slowly through the door as he exhaled sharply through his nose. "Stay by the door." He checked the window first. Loose shutters, overlooking the back alley, poor vantage point but escape-worthy. Then the closet, which was empty, and under the bed, where he found dust, splinters, and a spider the size of his thumb. He grunted. Not great, but workable.

He turned back, his jaw flexing. Something uncomfortable crawled under his skin as he assessed his charge, and he pushed the feeling down. "We'll make do." He jerked his chin at the bed, trying to remind himself of the payout, of the trust he would need to keep. "You take the bed. I've slept on worse floors than this. Besides, I don't exactly..." His gaze flicked toward the narrow mattress. "...Fit."

He crouched to unroll his bedroll on the floorboards near the door. He'd be a barricade, at least. Minerva settled on the sill outside, the owl making a soft sound to let Kannen know she was near, watching. Good. They would need her on alert. "Am I allowed to ask questions?" He spoke up finally, after a long day of terse silence and minimal contact. "Who the fuck is after you?" He took a breath, and then calmed himself, his voice clipped. He was tired. He'd traveled hard to get here quick. Had dropped everything. "It helps to know my enemy. So, what is it? Assassin? Bandits looking for a ransom? Your dad piss someone off?"

He remained squatted, his arms on his knees. "Look. I owe your father for what he's done for the guild, so, whatever it is, you're safe here with me. But I need to know what I'm up against." His long, crimson hair had spilled down over his shoulders, strands clinging to his armor.