Snow was sticking in his hair and though he looked a fair sight better than he did before Sadoc saved him, he did not look his best. The Innkeeper was briefly started. She nervously put a piece of parchment she was reading into her desk, straightened her hair and asked "Hello stranger. What brings you to Golden Tankard?"

"I'd like a room" shivered Ithael.
"Looks as though you could certainly use one. The rooms here are the best you'll find. Each one with it's own fireplace." She replied. "How long will you be staying?"
"One night. I need to head out on the road in the morning." Ithael said.
"Alright. Here you go, you can use room 2, it's that door over there. It'll be 2 silvers if you don't mind", she replied as she scrawled something in her registry.