[ Flint is outwardly relieved the possibly thorny question raised no ire. Thinking about the answer he had received, made him realize communication may be difficult at first, but he was sure they would find a way. In the meantime, the excitement of the day had left him in need of a meal and a rest. ]

I saw this hotel has a restaurant. These small cards they gave us are apparently a form of currency around here. Care to join me for a meal? It will be my treat...or the guild's treat I suppose.