The others seemed intent on meeting the duke, and Torendil didn't think this was a bad idea. It seemed like the duke was fairly competent, so he should have a decent handle on what is going on. Maybe he'd even be willing to hire on a court wizard. Perhaps he should have asked the surgeon how this Duke Bremcote felt about mages, or elves for that matter. They'd find out soon enough.

Torendil also gave his dusty robes an annoyed glance. "I would also prefer a chance to clean up both my clothing and myself. Country rubes such as this might not care much about appearances, but noblemen tend to. I suppose the inn offers bathing facilities, at least?" He had nothing more than a simple travelling robe, but perhaps he could make himself halfway presentable.