"Let the guards take care of it," Shura replies, setting a hand on her hip. The knights of Didymos were more cohesive than the City of Free Peoples, whatever it was, they would probably be able to take care of it. She motions to a table, nice and safe and warm in front of the fire. "You pick the game, just sit down. You're making everyone nervous."

Shura cannot be convinced to leave the safety of the inn. But if Strange leaves on his own, it's going to be hard to shake the urge to chase after him and try to haul him back to the inn.