Explorers: A Village Like None Other
She was grateful for Captain Myferd for dropping her of so close to the Inn. This was after all a port of call for the Waverunner, but carrying her on his horse as he attended to an errand for Duccay Ulrich was kind of him. It meant she would not have to march the whole way to the inn from the Waverunner on her own two legs, and a child being dropped off near an inn was commonplace enough to not be marked for comment. There had been a tug towards this establishment , even before she had mounted up, like a magnet to a filing.
Was she the magnet, or the filing?
No matter.
It was a cool night, with a bit more of the bight of late autumn’s chill in the air this eve, and the idea of finding warmth by a fire, and perchance a bit of wine was pleasing enough. It was information she truly needed, and the only gossipmonger she knew of might not be in the inn this night, but he was the best bet for work to be found in these parts, and if she was going to be saving silver, then she’d need work.
Only a dozen good strides now, give or take.
She was coming at the inn from the rear, not from the road, although she had gotten a look at it well enough from practically atop the saddlebow. There was a line of yellow slipper orchids, enough to think them planted there, paraded all along the circuit, and she’d not be surprised to find them beyond too. Here and there a bit of dogwood, and azah’amin — with thorns as big as boot knives — could be found here and there standing among the Birch, which was a good sign.
She opened the door to the stables and soon enough was walking down a well-lit, if currently empty passage that took her straight into the common room.
She took a quick glance about before entering, old habits die hard, and seeing nothing that should stay her tread, she entered.
Thanks to her size, and the steadiness of her movements, some wouldn’t even notice her presence. She didn’t want to be noticed, not yet at least.