... Already he was hating talking. What an odd question. He looked around wishing he could find his sister or even that useless lawyer. ...

One moment, Robert was helping a customer with her luggage. The next moment, he had vanished into thin air, leaving only a luggage cart and a confused traveler.

Unaware that Darius' brother was working for the train station as punishment for getting someone fired, it would have amused him so if he noticed. But they had already passed him by when he disappeared, perhaps to keep Darius from seeing him. He glanced over toward one building. It was passable, he thought. He nodded toward the inn that looked like it wasn't seedy, at least from the more respectable people he saw coming out of the place. "What about there?"

Darius looked at the place. It was small compared to home, and that just held one family. Then again, this entire place was full of small places. He looked at the people coming in and out, they were poor but not shoeless poor. He shrugged casually. "I think it'll be fine, but I don't know their prices. Best find that out?" He asked, wondering how much it could be. For this guy's sake, he hoped it would work so he could move on. He gestured for the man to go in and see.

"Would you care for a pint?" he asked with a raised brow. "It's the least I can do for you showing me about." He moved inside and held the door open for him, not the way a gentleman would a lady, but having entered first and just done the polite thing. He was not aware of the status of the man. Taking a page, unbeknownst to him, from Bill's book, he was in the mood for Fish and Chips, himself. "And perhaps Fish and Chips?" He would hold the door open for as long as the other man needed to make a decision, stepping out of the way for others every now and then.

Darius raised a brow. "A pint?" He looked at the place, barely stifling the obvious horror. This was a public drinking hole, a place where the lesser class got drunk. Who knows how filthy it would be inside as people drank what was barely better than bog water. They didn't drink fine wine from a clean glass while contemplating the heavy worries of death and the miseries of life. Sin happened in such a place, fighting and who knows what with these low dirty men. Probably over every inch of the establishment.

"Alright.. since you are paying." he suddenly said and stepped in with him.