Vharrus' attention was pulled from Lu'ce as a new patron entered the inn. He watched her closely as she interacted with the innkeeper and made her way to a table nearby, instinctively taking a defensive posture as she came closer. He returned her nod before turning his attention back to the guard. "I see." The statement was tainted with disdain, he had seen many cultures and this one seemed no different by that description. "I've seen France, a long time ago. Back then it was hardly worth calling a town to be honest; the people there were not fond of my presence though." He took a swig from his drink and a small burp escaped before he could stop it. "My apologies, m'lady."

He turned his attention back to the newcomer for a moment, looking her up and down for any signs of a threat. Finding none, he relaxed himself and settled back into his seat.