Shortly before entering the town, Pyrrhus calls out to the men, "Alright, this is different from our usual inn experience. We don't know the language very well, so Onassis will be running interference. We act as if we are protectors for Ophelia, and we keep people from approaching her, so they don't get that funny feeling. Onassis, get us the rooms we need."
Ophelia waves Hector over to her. He reluctantly comes over to her, "You're new to us, and our life. As my shield grog, you're expected to stay close to me in battle, but I have otherwise given you some freedom. That ends here, while we are at the inn or in the city. You appear young enough to be my son, so we'll play that charade, here. Stay close to me, until I order you away. Here are my sling stones and bolts. It would be unseemly for a lady to carry these. And while I can't necessarily pull off the full charade, not having to explain why I have a pouch of weapons on me makes it much easier. If I give the signal, you will do everything possible to get these into my hands, and then see to defending me, so I can defend the fighting group. Do you understand, Hector?" Hector nods, "I require a yes or a no. You must learn to speak to me and not fear me. The more often we interact, the easier the process becomes. This is part of your duty. It's taken years for Pyrrhus and Onassis to overcome the taint of magic upon me. It can be done, but it requires diligence on your part. Soon enough, you will be joining the fighting group, and I will select another as my shield grog, but we are not there, yet."
"Yes, ma-" she shakes her head gently, "Ophelia. I understand. I will do as you ask."
To Hector she says, "Very well." She turns to Pyrrhus, "We're ready, let's go in." To everyone else, "Hector is going to be my son, which explains him staying close to me. If we're going to be here for a while, we should probably get some fine clothes for him, and the explanation that he doesn't have them is that our pack horse bolted off with them. Let's get some rooms." To Onassis, "spring for the best rooms available. Pay extra, if necessary for a suite for all of us, or adjoining rooms for at least Hector and myself." Onassis tips his head and nods.
When they reach the stable boys, everyone dismounts, Ophelia's horse being relieved that she's off her. She lets everyone handle their normal roles, Pyrrhus deals with the stable boys, and Onassis goes in to the inn to see to the accommodations.
In Slavic that is passable, Onassis makes his way to the innkeeper, "I require rooms for the night. 4 men, a woman and her nearly grown son. She prefers to keep an eye on him, he has a wandering eye, but he's being groomed for better things, if you catch my drift." Onassis lies with some facility. "I'll pay you this much." He throws a coin on the counter, which is reasonable, if a bit on the low side for what he's asking, but he's pretty persuasive. Totals of 9 and 12, respectively for the rolls.