Armando
*Unfortunately, despite possessing exceptional hearing, Koharu is too sick to notice the outside ambience, stuck to her frozen position as the wagon continues along. Keeping her eyes closed and her hands pressed together, she tries to keep her composure while silently praying for the vehicle to stop. The wagon rumbles as it passes over a tiny obstacle, almost forcing the miko in vomiting inside the transport. Not wishing to create a commotion, she stops praying and clasps her mouth shut, holding in the illness as her face becomes feverishly green.*
Larry
Micaiah simply kept to herself in the wagon's little corner. She was too engrossed in keeping herself warm to notice the Okamimi's ill face. Folding her legs close to her chest, the cleric adjusted the red blanket over her limbs, topaz eyes staring out through the open back of the wagon. With the direction of the harsh wind, the wagon provided subtle protection, with some flowing through the openings.

Of course, the vessel's also old. Splints, and small holes adorning the sides of the wagon. So, Micaiah simply remained where she sat, wondering when they'll arrive at the Inn.
Harriet
The Knight, was at the front of the wagon in his typical armour, mudded and dusted through probably a week of not being cleaned, the Knight couldn't afford the luxuries of time- or so he thought, he was probably thinking things differently then most people and being a rather idiotic person once again, but that was who he was. 

The man noticed the other two in the wagon were being quite, uncomfortable with the wagon and the situation in general, one of them was experiencing the cold harshness of weather the other was experiencing motion sickness from being in a wagon, how sad. However, they had roughly arrived to their destination so the Knight had to ask both of them a few questions.

"Koharu. Micaiah. We're already here, the inn is a few houses down the street."
Armando
*The okamimi is on the verge of hurling her insides on the wagon's floor. Letting out a garbled noise of relief upon hearing of their arrival, she hastily scrambles to the back of the wagon and let loose a torrent of her half-digested meal. Regardless of whether or not Adrian stops right away, Koharu will continue to clear out her bowels for the next few minutes.*

*A couple walking past the wagon let out startled yelps as the wolf-eared head peeks out from behind the vehicle, then watch in disgust as regurgitated food stains the clear, white snow below. They both leave the scene as Koharu continues to vomit.*
Larry
*Micaiah slowly crawled out of her spot, pushing aside one of the trunks in order to get out. Pulling herself up to a stand, the first thing she saw is the okamimi expelling green out of the wagon. Squinting her eyes, she went on gathering up her possessions, simply throwing them in her satchel carelessly.*

*The girl jumped out of the wagon beside the okamimi, making sure not to land on Koharu's accident on the snow. Smoothing down her robes with shivering hands, she crossed the limbs over her chest for warmth. With that, Micaiah went ahead for the Inn, hoping that all the rooms aren't occupied.*
Harriet
The wagon had already stopped. The Knight would turn to notice the okamimi vomiting its previous meals, and was disgusted at the sight for a slight second before he regained his senses and understood what had happened, it wasn't nice to see people vomit, in fact it might've been contagious because other people tend to vomit too after seeing someone is already doing such.

Adrian sat in the wagon though, he would stay there until the others had left, which in this case was Koharu. So, Adrian waited, messing around with his dagger on his hip, flipping it around and twirling it around his thumb. Noticing as bystanders go by and walk passed the wagon.
Armando
*Koharu takes a moment to regain herself, her face starting to look healthier now that the wagon has stopped. Forcing the last bit of her ailment out, she lets out a relieved sigh. She sincerely hopes that this journey will end soon, or else there will be nothing left of the miko when she reaches her shrine.*

*After finishing her little episode, she looks up and sees that the few people outside in the snowstorm are giving her a peculiar stare. The realization suddenly hits her and she grips the back edge of the wagon and bows her head down in dogeza, her once green face now replaced with a deep shade of red* "F-F-Forgive my inconsideration! I-I didn't realize I was-" *Finding no words to excuse herself, the okamimi rushes inside the wagon to acquire her reward sack, traveling belongings, and her blade. Hastily running out to the inn, she briefly stop to turn around and rapidly bows to the people that are still staring at her. She then turns around, and runs into the building, face is still red from embarrassment.*
Larry
Needles of ice from the blizzard kept on hitting against the wagon, frost already enveloping the bottom of the wheels. Adrian's armour, dirtied and now brushed with intense cold, would become brittle from its lack of recent care. Won't be too long before it would crack and fall apart. The few people in the streets were now absent, now inside the safe confines of their homes. Lanterns swung wildly from the harsh winds, some extinguishing already. 

The two coursers, Baptiste & Puritan, let out a neigh. Their exhalation visible in white. There's still the process of taking them in a warm stable— Adrian can do that. He's still outside after all. Koharu and Micaiah (the latter in the business of conversing with the Inn owner) is currently within the tavern/inn.
Harriet
Adrian would be busy dragging the horses to a horse stable nearby, that he had went to earlier when they were in town far much earlier. He simply brought the two horses along to this stable, greeted the individual in charge of said stable and payed the reasonable fine for the cost of keeping the wagon and the horses there. After that had done, he would also stay in the stable, in the wagon section as personally he didn't really trust cities.

While he was now away from the people and hidden away within a stable which was further hidden away in a wagon, he'd start to remove bits of his chestplate, pauldrons, and most of the armour parts of his upper torso. He would also finally remove his helmet, for the first time in a week, but no one would see what he looked like anyways, so it didn't matter that much. He would also start removing the horses from the reigns of the wagon, so they can move to their separate rented stables.
Armando
*Greeted by the warmth as she enters the inn, she does not interrupt Micaiah as she converse with the innkeeper, especially since the shaman lady is still too flustered by the scene she caused. How could she allowed herself to lose face with a group of strangers? She stands off to the side, trembling as she tries hard to get rid of the townspeople's stares from her head, but her pride wouldn't allow it.*

*The demon sword on her back does not move, still remaining silent, even in the presence of... "Food". It opens its eye to briefly stare at Micaiah and the innkeeper, before slowly closing it, seeming perfectly content despite Koharu's silent ramblings.*
Larry
*The motions of the innkeeper during their discussion mostly consisted of head shaking, along with one nod. It didn't seem promising, considering the number of people inside the establishment as soon as Koharu entered. Very packed. Some still dressed in steel or gambeson, waiting for the volatile weather to a pass. Frustrating thing to deal with, but a very cashing pay-off for the inn.*

*Micaiah returned to Koharu, merely standing at the side. The cleric wasn't much to show emotion on her pale features, yet for a good number of thirty seconds annoyance is displayed on her face. Obviously something had happened with negotiations. Clearing her throat, she set her hands against her hips, opening her mouth to speak:*

"I can only get us one room for a day. With the weather, continuous stay can lead us to drain our coin."
Armando
*Koharu turns around upon hearing her approaching, attempting to quickly resume her formal facade. However, upon listening to the issue, her face turns into one of unease.* "That is preposterous. Even with this storm, they cannot reduce the cost?" *She then looks behind her at the sheer amount of people huddled inside the lobby. With no idea to how long the storm will last, finding a place to stay after this building will be a problem for the party. Koharu ponders, her arms within a thinking gesture as the miko stares into space. After a while, she asks* "... Are there any other options in this town?" *With this current scenario, she is hoping for a more favorable opportunity.*