Rex looks at them all: "If it's alright with you, I'd rather keep my limited powerfor now, seeing as my spells serve best as a sort of trauma treatment to prevent you from dying, but don't do much if you're still able to walk about. I mean no disrespect, it's just that the war has taught me to be cautious, and I'm rather too prudent and capable of taking care of each of you when we're well and truly safe, than provide you with a bit of healing now and then be outmatched by an enemy with more patience than you."

You can all tell that Rex is at ease with this decision, perhaps more so than the polite manner in the police station might at first have made you think. Those with some military experience may even recognise a hint of the tactician, as he speaks.

"As for the nearest inn, I only know what the guards told me, but I don't think the Gold Dragon Inn is too far from here."

If everyone is happy to, Rex is happy to go along to the inn, walking slightly ahead of the group, seeing as he had not been injured yet and seeing how some might give them a wider berth seeing the royal crest around his neck.

“Before we get there, let me look over this one real quick,” Serandis says as she goes and checks the fallen spy. There has to be a reason they were after then. Those green flame eyes, what could that even mean?

Investigation: 9

Citron finds the spy's daggers.

Serandis also finds a ring designed to look like a talon that wraps around itself to form the band, and a note that reads:

Follow them. Test their capability and report back, alive or dead.

-Riss

Rex's lips curl into a cold smile: "Guess, the note should have specified whether the spy or us was the target of that whole alive or dead thing..." It doesn't last long, and soon he is back with his composed expression. "Of course, it could also just mean that their employer has means of getting answers from the dead. Normally, I'd say we should report this to the authorities, but I don't know who this Riss is, and I'd rather not take any chances. I'm sorry if this next part's a bit gruesome."
With that, the dwarf bends down to the corpse and removes its tongue,  throwing it into a back alley for some cats to feed on.

"That should at least make any attempts to speak with the corpse a lot more difficult."

"I think either way they are going to report back dead....." Citron looks over the daggers he found as Rex removes the tongue of the spy. 

"Perhaps we should make our way to this Gold Dragon Inn, I could use a drink."

[Arcana: 19]

Arcana: 23

The daggers are not magical--however, Serandis believes the ring is. You can identify it tonight via the short rest identification method.

Citron stuffs the daggers in his belt and wanders off towards the Inn.

Serandis will pocket the ring and move towards the tavern with the group. 

"Those are some nice daggers, they really hurt me at least!" She says to Citron.

"Me too...but there's nothing special about them, I suspect our friend was more than they seem..." while he rubs some dirt in to his wounds to stop the bleeding.

Rex flinches at the sight of Citron rubbing dirt into their wounds, but decides to say nothing and follows in the previously indicated direction, keeping his eyes wandering the more secluded spaces and shadowy corners along their path, intent on spotting any future danger before they would have to engage in another fight again.

"I would not object to spending an hour in an inn to patch ourselves up."

You all make it to the Gold Dragon Inn without event, thankfully. The halfling barkeep greets you with a friendly smile as you step in. "Rooms, food, or both, and if rooms, how many nights?" she asks.

Citron hovers up to the barkeep 

"Yes, and drinks, and let's start with one night with the potential for more if'n we take a liking to this place."

(TBH I'm not sure how long we'll need/want to stay - if someone else does feel free to chime in)

Rex is quietly standing at the back of the group, taking in the scene and their interactions and carefully taking in his surroundings, making sure he doesn't miss anything.

The barkeep nods briskly. "Rooms with food included are nine sovereigns per room, per night. How many will you be wanting?"

Citron ponders a moment, squints his eyes, thinks so hard his spectral horn sparkles a bit, looks back at his companions, does some more mental math, almost passes out from the strain, then places 4 Galifars on the bar top.

"Um 4 rooms I think.....and keep the change?  Also if anyone might come looking for us, you've never seen us..." He adds the last bit because it made him sound mysterious.

Rex, from the back of the group, says:” Two rooms, on the crown. Can you throw a meal in there, for that price?” He hopes the mention of the crown will have its intended effect and get them better rates.

Serandis was happy to be out off the streets, she kept her wounds hidden and her mask on. She gazed around this establishment, wanting to see if anyone had ill intent versus the group. She didn't feel safe here in this town. She just needed to lick her wounds and lay down for a minute. 

Insight: 10 and Perception: 17

Serandis: You don't feel like anyone here is harboring any ill intentions towards you.

So how many rooms are you guys going for?