KirilKiril stays protectively near Sherazhina. "What about you?" he asks her. "Are you feeling all right?"
"I'm fine Kiril, just tired. We've been traveling non-stop" says the revenant.
Carinus, meanwhile, notes the surrounding area.
"If this is what is considered a city this far out I should hate to see the villages we will be dealing with near the Tihuta pass. You know, I think that I know a legend or two about this place."
EveryoneLeaving their wagons and horses at the empty stables, the group goes into the inn. It was crowded with locals when the coterie entered - yet the clamor quieted down at their appearance. The vampires feel many eyes on them. Steeple and Lucien note that many feel hostile.
Inside, Wilhelm and Vincent head to the barkeeper to secure rooms. The cotterie hears the following conversation.
“We seek lodging, we have travelled from Buda – Pest and are weary, there are two dozen of us, but we will take what we can get.” – Vincent says.
“Sorry, we’ve got no rooms here.” – The barkeep.
“What? You’ve got at least four rooms, I see the keys there, we will pay whatever price you ask, we only require a hearty meal and a good bed.” – Wilhelm.
“I said we have no room.” – The Barkeep responded.
The coterie looks the man over. He was large, larger than Vincent. His hair was the colour of toasted wheat and his beard hid a great deal of his face. He was a hard man, a proud man.
“Then please, let our horses rest in your livery, we’ll buy some feed and we’ll be out of your hair.” – Wilhelm
“We have no feed. You’d best move onto the next town, we’ve got nothing for your kind here.” – The Barkeep