632 Chapter 632 -The Innkeeper

The robed figure standing to the left of the aged leader of this refugee group was shaking, trembling with boiling rage after the innkeeper's contempt-filled question.

Madam Dara stepped forward, her hands balled into fists. Luckily her gaze was hidden behind the drape of the hood otherwise the fiery sparks could have terrified the snobbish man.

"[Reptilian] Y-you… H-how dare you to speak like that to-" Before she could finish her words, and ruin the whole plan by exposing their identities, Aiden raised his arm, blocking her advance and freezing the words in her.

"[Reptilian] Yes, we have." He spoke calmly, revealing a brown leather pouch in his other, right hand. He threw it at the middle-aged chubby skink man who though grew slightly wary a moment ago, instantly shifted his stance at the sign of the familiar sound of coins tingling.