"I—" He paused, his cheeks warming again. "I suppose there's no harm in it." Women were a confusing lot sometimes — how did Sylvain do this every night?

Actually. He didn't want to know. Dimitri focused on the task at hand, taking in the lay of the land until he decided to just speak to a local. Politely.

Said local, an elven man with hair the shade and texture of autumn leaves, explained how Visitors could find housing around at their leisure. Plenty of empty homes to choose from.