"The Manor Hotel," it was called, but it appeared to be a dozen trailers shabbily networked together with questionable materials.

"Here we are," said Alana.

"Ah, can I ask what you were in the city for?" Anna asked.

"Business," said Alana, airily.  "Here to make money.  Which hasn't actually worked out, but I'm making the best of my circumstances."

"I owe you a lot," Anna said.

"Which I will remember," said Alana, "but we are all in this together now, so I'm making the best of it.  I'll be back in a few.  Stay here and don't talk to strangers."

She went into the building.

"...why did she say that?" Artz asked.

"I don't know," Anna said. "Why don't you tell me about yourself, Artz?"

"Well, I'm not sure what there is to say," said Artz, scratching the back of his head.  "I raise sheep back home, and I mess around with special things to make my spear work better to keep the beasts off 'em, but I wanted to go into the city to see the other side of things.  Miss Alana said she could help me, so here I am."

"You are a very good man," Anna said.

"Well, I don't rightly know what to compare that to," said Artz.  "I try to not be a bad man, I guess."

"You helped me a lot," Anna said. "I owe you too."

He blushed.

"I'm just trying to do what's right," he said.

"Yes, and I appreciate it," Anna said. "I'll pay you back some day."

"Just so his sheep remain intact," teased Krovna.