Domic takes some time to appreciate the charcoal drawings, and won't hear any of your mournful calls for him to rejoin him, so don't even try.
The two royal peacemakers enter the inn, Huval smiling while the other one frowning with concern as to the unexpected ruckus.
"Food and the basics for my friends, fair innkeep. We're on peacemaker business." He taps his royal insignia. "Any news, madam?"
The innkeep shakes her head, stepping forward and briefly embracing Huval like an old friend. "Just you know who tearing through here the other day. Stopped for fresh mounts, took some food for the road, and off they went." She points at the door. "Save him, though. His worry makes paint peel."
At the door, the traveler has stepped to the portal, looking plaintively within, but not entering.
The innkeep says, "Go out back and pluck the weeds from around the fenceline, and I'll see you're fed." The man tips his hat and darts away.