The seal

Had beat them to it.

The man was forcefully shoved aside, and a disdainful voice cut through the air, addressing him directly,

"The lady declined. Do you possess no manners?" he proclaimed, assuming the role of a gallant protector.

Mr Dennis Smith, the renowned goldsmith intervened placing a protective hand on his waist as his venerable form positioned itself between the lady and the unruly man now sprawled on the ground.

"Are you unharmed, my lady?" Mr. Dennis inquired, his countenance wearing a mask of feigned concern.

"No bother sir am fine, I guess I should take my leave now" Amira said standing to get feet.

"Arrrghhh" she wince pretending to miss her footing.

Mr Dennis was quick to catch hold of her, Amira almost gag at his touch on her skin.

Zyran walks into the inn to a welcoming scene before him.

His eyes harden, and he dashes forward.