In a way, Nida would be more than pleased to be slipped into the 'not a threat' column. After all, not standing out too much had been something he'd been trained for, and being underestimated was a useful tool for a mercenary. Especially one his age.

"Good guess, but you'll want to flip that conclusion. Mice that make ice. Froze my pack when I got here, while I was still dripping from the fountain so I couldn't get a coat out or anything. Scared another woman here enough to cause her to set her house on fire by accident. They're a bit of a nuisance."

The other question was one that made him smile. The inn was nice and all, but there was something nice about being around people you already knew and trusted. Which wasn't to say that he didn't trust people here. Mostly they had seemed pretty nice, rather kind, and perhaps a bit out of whack. But there was comfort from being around the people you knew.

"House, with some associates from my own world. And a peakitten. Oh!"

Now there was an idea and Nida was smiling. "You want tipsy, find someone with a peakitten. I'm told the oil on their feathers can induce a state not to far from being drunk. I mean, none of the normal route, but it would have the same end."