Turi's expression visibly softens as they leave the worst of the masses behind. Still, he maintains a carefully guarded expression until he shuffles through the open door of the inn. More protected from the dust than the oppressive heat by the building's walls, he nonetheless offers a begrudged nod of acceptance and greeting towards their unlikely host. "I'll be happy for anything to wash the grit away and banish the heat," he adds, hoping for something cool and relatively weak on the alcohol spectrum.

Before long, he slumps into one of the well-cushioned seats, travel having made for an unusually weary youngster despite the early hour. He reclines, arms folded behind his head with a contented expression as he waits for the bartender's return.