She stopped for a minute between a pile of cut wooden logs and the shade of an old oak tree to take a momentary shelter from the biting gale. She sat for a moment and hugged her arms, shivering as she tried to warm up a bit more. Maybe putting up with the interminable debate over the ever so important price of scraps of chicken bones wasn’t so bad considering she’d be inside near the fire pit. Still, she was already halfway around the inn by now, and she’d be damned if she gave up half— Wait a minute, who was that?