Passing through the gates, Msaka found himself in a large plaza. A narrow street exited on the other side, and a sign hung over a door to the right of it, indicating that it was an inn. Several merchant stalls were arranged around the plaza, and he could see a number of different things being offered. Still, at the moment, the inn was what interested him the most, so he made his way towards it, doing his best to appear relatively inconspicuous. He wasn't entirely successful at the latter, as some of the people he passed by glanced at his face; a few of them were obviously taken aback, while others managed to hide any surprise they might be showing. None interfered with his passage though, which was just fine with him.

Reaching the door, he opened it and stepped inside, closing it behind him as he looked around at the interior of the inn. The architecture was similar in feel to the outsides of the buildings he had seen, and the room was filled with low tables surrounded by cushions, many hidden away in alcoves, presumably for privacy. Several pieces of decorative art were positioned around the room, and Msaka noted they were placed so as to be unlikely to be knocked over or damaged as people moved about the room.

Candles provided light to the more secluded areas of the room, though the sunlight streaming in through the windows provided the main source of light. The aroma of cooking food wafted through the air, coming from an archway to his right. The place was somewhat crowded, though there were still several spots open at the tables; many of the patrons seemed to be foreigners to this land, like himself, and some he vaguely recognized as having been part of the caravan he had travelled with.

As he took the place in, a local man got up from his seat at one of the tables near the door, and approached him. With a formal bow, the man intoned, "Welcome to our humble establishment," he said in a soft voice, "Please make yourself comfortable wherever you wish." At that point the man, whom Msaka assumed must be the innkeeper, paused for a moment, having seen Msaka's face clearly.

"So you haven't seen one of my tribe before, get on with it," Msaka thought with annoyance.

He knew that antagonizing this person wouldn't get him anywhere though, so he kept his expression neutral. "What price is it for a room here?" he asked, hoping to distract the man's attention from his appearance, "I will need one for... a while."

The innkeeper recovered from his surprise, nodding. "Four dinars a day, which allows us to provide for you a fine, comfortable room, meals for the day, as well as cleaning and mending of any clothing for which you desire it." he replied, his tone remaining friendly.

Four dinars seemed rather pricey, although Msaka supposed the relative values of things here might be different. Still, he had the money to spare at the moment, and his robe could use cleaning after the trek through the desert. Still, he couldn't help but feel he was throwing money away as he produced the required coins. "Very well then. Which room is it?" he asked as he handed them to the innkeeper.

"The fourth room to your right, as you enter the hallway, is open to you." the innkeeper smiled, gesturing towards the archway. "When you desire to eat, simply let me know, and I will see that you are served promptly."

Msaka nodded an acknowledgement, then walked to the archway and passed through it, into a brightly colored and lit hallway with doors opening off of either side. He quickly arrived at the room indicated, and went inside, closing the door behind him. He wasn't really planning on resting at the moment, wanting only to get out of the robe, but he preferred to do it in here - these people already stared enough without his making himself look silly trying to struggle out of it in front of them.

He spent the next few moments getting out of the thing, and tossed it down on a low table in the room, looking around at the rest of the room as he smoothed his fur back down. It was similar to the rest of the place in appearance, with billowy curtains for the window and a large bed with several pillows placed in one corner. Several unlit candles were placed in holders about the room, though with the sun streaming in, they weren't needed right now.

Deciding there was nothing worth staying around the place for, Msaka headed back out to the main room, notifying the innkeeper about his robe needing to be cleaned before exiting the inn. He ignored the stares of the patrons as he passed through, many of whom hadn't taken note of him when he entered, as he had appeared at first glance similar to anyone else in the place. Now, of course, he was quite obviously a stranger to the land, and an unusual one at that.

All things considered, he didn't mind that at all.