Kiral sighed as he turned his seat around and puffed the other way. "If you don't like it, you can feel free to leave the room, but I'm eating and getting my fill. As for what to do. I say just to carry on with our job, there's another small village several miles further east of here, but I don't plan on stopping there. Not every single village would have wits like these people's." When the food came, Kiral kept himself facing the other direction, but grabbed the food by the handful and ate it between puffs. When he finally finished his cigarette, he turned to the rest of the group, and ate normally. When they were finished eating, several women came into the inn with piles of clothes. Two women going to each person. To Kiral and White large robes that were brown and loose. "These should be enough to hide your weapons with ease, and you can squat down a bit while you walk, so you're more of a normal height. Plus, since most friars and monks around the land are notorious for being fat, no one would suspect you, either. For the young lady, we have provided a nun's outfit. I'm sorry, but it is the only way you wouldn't stand out. Besides, the most faithful nuns are usually the blind ones, so people won't think twice of questioning who you are, for sure." However, a couple drunkards came in and wielded swords, "-well, I don't believe it! There's supposed to be 7 of them! I'm willing to bet they're spies for the soldiers!"