Felih just huffs and follows P'rihnn into the bar, mildly amused by the way the other man prefers to just barge into the place without any grace whatsoever. As annoyed as he is about their gil being worthless, he sighs and stretches idly before chatting up the barkeep. He purrs and flirts happily- the woman is pretty- but she's clearly used to waving off flirtatious patrons anyway, not easily swayed.

It doesn't discourage Felih, though, who just settles down at a table with his companion before humming thoughtfully.

"So it seems that most folk from here have fled for the base of Eulmore, hoping they'll get into that 'sanctuary.' Though I doubt it's so simple, considering what we've found out... Is there much need for us to wander about Kholusia? If not, it might be more prudent to simply make haste for Gatetown."