As the sun begins to set, a cluster of buildings begins to appear ahead of them, just another of the small areas set up to cater to travelers. Most of the ones they’ve passed the last two days only had an inn, a chandler’s shop, and little else. This one is no different.

No sign on the inn, but the fact that it is an inn is unmistakable. “Shall we stop here for the night?” James asks Illan.

Nodding, he replies, “I doubt if we’ll find another before dark.”

“Alright.” Dismounting, he and Illan go inside to see about rooms while the others stay with the horses.

Inside they find a man bearing a tray of drinks over to a table. He pauses when he sees them enter and says, “Just a moment and I’ll be with you.”

“No problem,” responds James.

After setting the mugs of ale on the table before two customers, he makes his way back to where they’re waiting. “My name is Jared, welcome to the Restful Traveler. Can I help you sirs?” he asks.

“Need three rooms and stalls for six horses,” replies James.

Nodding, the man says, “It’ll be three coppers a room, meals are extra. And another copper for each of the stalls.”

“Very well,” replies James and he removes the required number of coins from his pouch and hands them to the man. Walking with Jared over to the counter, he accepts three keys from him for the rooms.

“The stalls for the horses are around back,” he tells them.

“Thank you,” says James and then he and Illan return outside to the others.

Leading their horses around to the back, they get them situated in their stalls before returning to the inn. They then go upstairs and put their things in their rooms before heading down to the common room for dinner.