Her eyes sparkle with amusement and she squeezes his cloaked shoulder with a gauntleted hand. "It means you're in need of a new traveling cloak. This one looks like it belongs on a beggar, and not a Sorcerer of the Saiya Order."

Following along beside her charge, the dark clad warrior ignores the comment about the fortuneteller. That old hag would be long gone by the time they got back, if she'd lied. No point in wasting the energy to find her. As they approach, the nameplate above the inn garners a skeptical glance and a snort. "Seventh Heaven, hmm? Where are the other six, then, if this is the seventh?"