Head to the Inn

"I think I'll go with the inn, personally," you respond.

"Of course," he shifts his spear to his non-dominant hand, as he appears to offer his hand. "Shall I show you the way?"

"Yes, thank you."

Without any further fanfare he quickly clamps a hand around your bottom, causing you to emit a slight squeak. Deciding not to risk your chances you do nothing and simply follow his lead as he leads you through the sandy streets, eventually landing you at the inn. It's not much different from most alehouses within your borders, although it mostly open to the outside to help with heat during the day. Most of those openings have been covered up with heavy drapes to combat the chill of the evening. Behind the bar sits a grizzled old man with grey, frizzy hair and beard.

"Yahmi, what are you doing here?" the innkeeper asks.

"This girl came in from the dessert, Ukhmar. She needs a place to stay and can probably earn her keep with you," the guard smiles as he gestures more to your body than you as a person.

You simply nod wordlessly, allowing these two to work out your introduction.

"Hmph," Ukhmar nods. "Leave her here and return to your post."

Once Yahmi has left, Ukhmar turns to you, "So, what skills can you provide?"