Downstairs, unbeknownst to anyone who didn't have superhuman hearing, the door gentely opened to the inn.
Slightly louder was a startled cry from in the innkeeper's mouth, but this again was brief and muffled by the walls of the inn.
Heavy footsteps.
"Does this inn have room available? I have some gold. I need a place of privacy for the night."
Then came the the mumbling reply of the innkeeper.
"W-well! Uh... I don't have anything against your kind, sir, no offence, but... heh, uh, I-I don't think any of our beds are big enough for you."
Then came the deep, thorn-throated reply.
"I only need the room. I can sleep on the floor, if need be."
A pause.
"... Well... I don't know... Why do you need the room if you aren't going to sleep on the bed?"
"Religious reasons."
Another pause, and the slight, shifting sound of paper being rustled.
"I suppose that's reason enough. Uh... Alright, I can lend you a room. Now... do pardon me when I say this, but I hope you don't plan on raising any trouble with that big thing strapped to your back, there."
"On my blood and the blood of the lord of outcasts, I won't."
Another pause, and then: "Err... right, sure. Uh... Good night, I guess."
No response, and the sound of a key and a bag of gold changing hands.
What followed was a sound that WAS loud enough for the audio-normal to easily hear: enormous, heavy footsteps heaving up the stairs, creaking the wood and rumbling the nails in their sockets.
The footsteps ended at the door farthest down the hall. A figure ducked down to walk into into the door. To any who might have come out to see at this point, all that was noticeable now was the closing door on a dark room, and two vivid, unnatural, impossibly red eyes looking through the doorway as the the room door was shut.
A lock clicked. Silence.