Mithrun's gaze sweeps across the arrangement of nearby buildings. There's one that's slightly larger than the rest and helpfully possesses a wooden sign reading "INN." There's an elderly man outside it, going in and out of the entrance carrying boxes of different sizes.
The elf nods in that direction before plucking one of the towels out of Aigis' arms. He sets it on his head, using it to cover his damp hair. ]
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Mithrun's gaze sweeps across the arrangement of nearby buildings. There's one that's slightly larger than the rest and helpfully possesses a wooden sign reading "INN." There's an elderly man outside it, going in and out of the entrance carrying boxes of different sizes.
The elf nods in that direction before plucking one of the towels out of Aigis' arms. He sets it on his head, using it to cover his damp hair. ]
Over there, maybe.