The Nobility Discrict's Inn.

"Really? You'd allow me a nobles room for free?" You ask, a little more than surprised at their generosity.

"Of course, Sir. Humans are to be treated with the utmost respect. I take it you'll be accepting. No charge, of course." The older guard informs you, gesturing you to follow him into the guard station build into the walls of the city.

You follow, a little perplexed at how well a rando like you is being perceived. Before you leave, you thank Regnus for his generous offer to house you. He takes it well, if not a little disappointed to not have you as his guest. You tell him you'll visit, and go on your way.

The inside of the station is plain, a table and a few chairs with a candle in the middle. On the side, there is a few bits of stationary, and the guard walks towards it. As he does, he speaks. "Please let me know if there is anything else I can do for you, My lord. I wont ask any questions on your identity, as I know we all have our reasons." He says cooly, while picking through his pens. finding the right one, he begins to take off the gloved pieces of armour to write on it.

"Please excuse the poor handwriting. I'm sure you're aware that Bovine hands are a bit less articulate than those of humans."

That explains that, then. You were aware the man wasn't human, but you weren't able to pin point his race because of the helmet. "That's all right. No one can be good at everything, right?" You proffer.

"Human's always know what to say, don't they? I appreciate it, sir." He continues on, in his ever present respectful, but listless tone of voice. You can tell he is holding back personality wise, leaving the conversation dry. "I'm going off duty in a few minutes, Sir. If you'd like, I can escort you to your inn. You can wait in here in the meantime." He begins to undo his armour, beginning with his helmet.

The older man's face is bovine in nature, covered in fur, with small horns on the top of his head. He looks to be in his mid 40's, if you would have to guess. He has somewhat tired eyes, and his fur is graying in places. He catches you staring, and gives you a small, congenial smile. "I'm quite old to be a guard, huh? I turn 46 in a month. Hopefully they'll allow me to take on a less demanding job come new year."