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"Not all, but most. There are at least enough to run a few of the more important places, and the clan's members." he took a step in, and frowned around the place. "Do they?" he looked for a directory in the place, looking slightly perplexed as he tried to search for a room listing.

"Yes... though I'm not sure it's here for me to find." he blinked in surprise at the girl peering around him. "I don't see any official listings, but I'm sure there's plenty of room. If this place is anything like the equivelant lodgings for the men, you can just take a room and settle in, so long as no one else has it already, and your should be able to find food and the other necessities about, free of charge." Rivven gestured lazily with an arm. "Looks like rooms are that way, I think there's a kitchen... over there. You need anything else?"

One edge of his lips jerked upward in a bitterly amused smile. "In a way, we certainly are. In a way..." he shrugged, almost going to lift the bottoms of his coat with his hand to stick them in his pockets before he realized he wasn't wearing the coat anymore. The thing needed to be replaced after all...

"It's what they do though, so I can't say you shouldn't. I wouldn't advise starting much trouble though. What they lack in prevention I think they make up for in less pleasant self protective means. Thankfully that's an only as necessary case though."

Going to leave through the door already, Rivven froze. His whole body tensed, emotions raged, he felt ill to a degree, and it was suddenly all he could do not to snarl. Had he heard right?

"Order of the what?" Rivven said in a dangerous quiet snapping around to look at her. By that time, his face was perfectly calm, except for a dangerous light of some form of intensity or other shining in his eyes. He was the calm before the storm.

Rivven let out a breath, untensing, and sagging a little. "'Light'. Okay then." he grinned sheepishly and chuckled uncomfortably. Really. If she'd been from the Children of the Phoenix, all the way out here, she would have known him on sight and probably not bothered hiding it and waiting, much less been clumsy enough to mention any of the Order's within the Children. Something really had been wrong with him of late; first headaches and dizziness, now outright clumsiness. A fellow could get himself killed like this.

"My apologies. I'm afraid it is probably best I be off then... much I need to do, not so much time." this time he bowed, a short bend at the waist again, and closed the door behind him as he left. Once he closed it, he sagged against the door and put a hand up on his forehead, fingers running into his hair.

Dry.

He could have sworn he'd be clammy, being like this. He felt like he should be. No, he recognized panicing those other times had been bad, doing it now would just be stupid. He felt like he could laugh. Bitter laughter. Instead, he quietly pushed himself away from the door and headed out to the wilderness again.

It was comical truly, a man standing by himself and talking to what would look like the head of a puppet. That is untill someone looked close and saw the blood splatters upon the man's clothes and the dull pallid skin of a face going through the earliest stages of decomposition.

Casting his gaze about he was clearly searching for something, or someone.

"I do wonder where the one lady is, Reaper was her name."

Looking the head in the remaining eye Quin held it carefully as one side had been blown away from his weapon.

"You remeber the one, the one you broke and left for dead. I bet you would make a nice gift for her."

Finding someone entirely different in place though he cocked his head to the side and looked her up and down.

"Hmm, now isn't that odd Inquisitor. There seems to be someone new in town. Perhaps you would like to say hello?"

A whimsical look flashed acrossed his face as he was amused. Giddy with laughter he took a stumbling step, his left leg limping. Taking not a care for the gore or pulpy grey matter Quin curled two fingers into the enlarged eye hole.

"It's a better fate then he deserves. Though I'm more likely to use tar or lime if I wanted to preserve it, but I think I'll let him fester and rot and then I'll burn it clean to leave just the skull. That broken skull of his."

Smirking he raised the head back up so she could see it clearly, a heavy tone set into his voice.

"This b*****d damn near killed the lot of us."

Just as promptly his expression changed and he was shrugging, shaking his head from side to side as a sigh left his lips.

"We don't have a cafe, most of the town folks ran off because of the Inquisitor. And then we were attacked before then and I accidently burned down the bar, and then the Inquisitor finished the job when he detonated a bomb beneath it. Though if you really want some food I suppose I can take you to my place."

Turning around he looked at the area around him; he hadn't been here often, but he did know that his home was easily viewed from the position or at least the tower of it.

Looking back over his shoulder at her, "Well you up for it?"