Back from a long journey of passing by people who eyed them with disgust; if only they knew. Only venturing to these parts again brought memories Omi wished to not recover, shuddering when walking, he finally reached the Inn. There could be some hints as to where his vampire master would be, and the yordle pushed the door open wide enough to enter. Already knowing the procedure the yordle ignored it and he walked up to the bartender once getting a seat. "Bartender, I wish to speak with you freely."