Laeothrin strokes his horse, Valiant's mane. "Sorry about this; I know you were looking forward to resting." He murmurs to him. He pulls himself up onto the saddle. "Ready to go."
Laeothrin, being 3, was totally oblivious to the barmaid's advances. He looks around, seeing the piece of paper and the quill next to the armored warrior. "What's that for?" He asks.
Laeothrin walks into the bar, pulling down the hood of his cloak as he enters. He wasn't quite sure why he was in Lythan, it didn't exactly have much to offer. Perhaps it was the natural Sylvari inclination to explore new places. He sat down at the bar, hoping they had decent food.