[Whatever Demeisen was expecting to find when he decided to spend the night in Alenroux, it hadn’t been someone misguidedly trying to include him in their quest to befriend everyone in the tavern. He laughs outright at the suggestion, quick and sharp.]

You’re new here, aren’t you?

[He doesn’t mean because of Flat’s insistence on talking to him; that much he just puts down to eccentricity.]

These folks won’t let you back in if you leave with me. Haven’t you heard? The things out there might look like anyone. Anyone who knocks at the door after dark could very well be one of them. Who knows what’d happen if one got inside?