Kiev sighed, swearing eloquently in his native tongue. He approached the cart, well away from the rest of the group. he spoke in a hushed tone to avoid the scrutiny of the others. "Hello there travelers. Would you two happen to be inhabitants of this city?" He asked, pointing towards the town.
"Why, yes we are." The man replied.
"Excellent. We are in need of a place to stay, and we were wondering if you could help us."
"There is an inn." The man told him gruffly. He popped the reigns and his mule began walking. Kiev took a step in front of it, blocking the path.
"Just a moment sir. " he began.
"We don't give no handouts, son. Move along."
Kiev looked up into the mans eyes. "I'm afraid I cannot abide this, sir." His eyes shimmered orange, drawing in the gave of the man and his son. "We seek more accommodations than an inn. Pray tell, where is your home?" He asked in a deliberate voice.
"Our home is in the Southern corner of the second district." The man uttered. This boy was suddenly so convincing. Compliance became this man's only obligation.
"How about handing over that key?" He requested.
"Of course," replied the son, who retrieved a key from a lace around his belt. He threw it to Kiev who caught it and pocketed it quickly.
"Much obliged, sirs. Now ride. Ride on and never come back." He ordered.
The man snapped the reigns once again and his mule took them down the road, on to oblivion.
Kiev turned back and walked his way back to the group. "Good news, everyone. His son has generously allowed us to stay in a spare home of theirs. Though they took a bit of persuasion."