[OOC Completely missed the last two posts somehow, oops]
Phargought moves to Glim's side, not just out of loyalty but, who wouldn't feel safer next to a bear?
"Hum, what is that thing exactly?" He asks no-one in particular, eyebrow raised with curiosity, he draws his sword, and readies himself for what may come.
[I'll let one of the more competent writers handle the flow of this 'scene' 
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[OOC I need to check in more often it seems, I've been busy with school work so I'm not nearly as active as I could be, apologies. But feel absolutely free to 'play' as my character, just assume i'll follow you all around and help out as that's what I would do, Glim has a good understanding on how I'd act as we've talked about it, and once you feel confident in my character yourself It's up to whoever replies to either add me in or not. I'll reply when I can and such but just in case, don't hesitate to answer for me, cheers.]
Phargought shimmies past the three men blocking the doorway, ignoring their glares as he begins to make his way to Glim.
"The men are all still helping the caravan unpack at the merchant's shop. I thought I'd find you here, of all places" Phargought says with a chuckle. "Making friends already?" He asks, nodding his head towards the men at the door, moving to stand at his friends side, leaning backwards on the bar with his elbows.
[Phargought wears simple clothes, casual pants, a sleeveless, leather jerkin with the front open, showing his ashy-grey fur beneath and, obviously, no shoes.]
@Mimi (OOC Welcome Mimi, the more the merrier!)
Phargought watches Glim retreat upstairs to his room, turning to leave the Inn, after ordering himself a room of course, he won't be gone long, just to tell the men that they should get some rest at 'some point' in the night, but not be worried about an early morning, not the day after arriving in town, that was a day for rest.
"most every other day is a busy one for anyone looking to work for Glim though" He thinks to himself with a smile, turning himself in for the night.
Phargought wakes to what could only be the sound of a bear, beating on his door.
"Aye I'm up, I'm up" he grumbles, pulling himself out of bed and getting dressed in his gear, apparently brought up by the men. He wears a simple vest, trousers and a cloak, also pulling on a belt and hanging his arming sword, and scabbard, from it.
Leaving his room, he begins walking downstairs with his Nheedra friend, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Where's Malyvern, waiting on me I assume?"