Laughing, Zahir pulls down his neckerchief to take a nice large bite of meat, not really bothering to chew, as his teeth were designed to hold wiley prey rather than mastication. His throat expanded eerily as he swallowed chunks of meat. He haughtily bows to the poor lady, who by now, looked almost ready to faint. Quickly swallowing a whole joint, he covers his nose and mouth again, and strolls with Ezria down the street looking for the night's lodging. Putting his hand in his pocket, he pulled out a few coin, and gestured towards a rough looking inn on the edge of town. There was a drunk passed out in the front, and a woman was yelling at someone inside. A random bottle came flying through one of the windows, smashing on the ground nearby. " Nobody will bother us in there. Plenty other sketchy folks hang there, so likely ain't gonna see no action unless we pay for it. We need to be fresh when we really get on the trail. My treat."
He saunters towards the shifty inn, moving like he owned the place.
He saunters towards the shifty inn, moving like he owned the place.