When Rebinya led a group of pale-faced, staggering people into the nearest inn, those gathered in the lobby immediately recognized the situation and cheered with schadenfreude, "Cheers, may your efforts bring bountiful harvests, with grains filling your storerooms and continued success year after year. Don't waste any food, hahaha!!"
Drov lacked the energy even to argue; pulling himself together with a great effort, he was the weakest of all, only able to weakly urge, "Let's... settle in first."
The innkeeper, long accustomed to peculiar sights, quickly processed their check-in, and several robust Minotaur came over, each lifting someone effortlessly and taking them to their rooms.