Some coin has to change hands, and then the innkeeper nods and gestures up the nearby stairs as he reaches for a lantern. He seems satisfied that they have coin to spare and they're not likely to cause him any trouble, outlanders or not. "Right this way."

The room he has for them is toward the front of the upper floor, with a couple of small beds either side of the room. The innkeeper uses a taper to light the lamps in the room from his lantern, then pushes open the window shutters for them to let the air in.

"I'll send the girl up with a wash basin for you. Light the candles by the window if you've any trouble with marsh flies coming in. Supper tonight is your choice of cabbage soup, kwama scrib risotto or roast guar. Just head on down when you need anything."

Stratos thanks him as he leaves, already laying down his pack and pulling off his goggles and hood with a sigh. He may be a legionnaire, but even they get tired at the end of a day's march, and truth be told the tribune hasn't spent a lot of time marching on foot for a while.

"I suppose my aunt can't go that much farther while we take a rest..."