The driver's forehead furrowed "Only one room available?"  He was tired, it had been a difficult day and he longed for a bed and a roof over his head.  But he knew the lady outside in his carriage would not be safe out there all night.  She'd be a sitting duck.  He put enough coin to cover the room on the wooden counter top.  Remembering the list of demands he had been given he asked the bar keep, "Any chance of getting a bath and a ladies maid".  The bar keep paused counting the coin and slowly lifted his gaze to the driver.  A few moments passed before he burst out laughing.  "Oy...what does this look like?  A bleedin' palace?"  The question only made him laugh louder.  Rolling his eyes in annoyance the driver replied "At least have the best meal you offer delivered to the room."  The bar keep shook his head as he pocketed the coins.  "Can't do that...vermin problems.  Got to keep them buggers downstairs."  Then his gaze left the driver and moved to the wall he stood next to.  He crouched down slowly then sprung with the agility that belied the old man's age.  Smacking his slipper hard against the wall the driver ducked out of the way just in time.  He saw the remnants of a large bug turned into a pool of goop clinging to the side of the wall.  Stepping back into his slipper the fearless bug killer spoke up again.  "Not enough staff to slosh hot water up and down the stairs tonight.  But we can handle it in the morning.  In the morning, try the dressmaker down the street.  You can probably find a shop maid who can help your wife."  The driver shook his head vehemently.  "Oh no...she ain't my Misuss".  The bar keep held his hands up to calm the man down.  "I ain't asking questions 'bout what goes on between a man and a woman."  The driver gritted his teeth "Hey it ain't nothing like...ahhh never mind" he muttered in disgust as he left the tavern and headed back to the carriage.<br/><br/>The driver's gaze quickly went to a cluster of trees across from the tavern.  He could have sworn he saw movement but in the darkness of  the evening he could see nothing.  Probably a dog or cat he decided as he walked past the trees to the carriage.  Knocking on the carriage door he waited until he saw her face from behind the curtain.  "I have a room for you.  The bath and ladies maid will have to wait til the morn."  The door opened and a gloved hand reached out to take the driver's hand as he helped her down the step and to the street of dirt.  The lady wore a traveling gown in grey of the finest of materiel.  The driver noted the leather felt butter soft even against his calloused hand.  She walked with grace and a back and neck that were held ram rod straight.  Alert blue eyes surveyed her surroundings as she neared the tavern.  When the driver opened the door and soft candle light flooded the doorway she entered with an expression of placid calm upon her face.  She felt anything but calm, however, nobody in the establishment would have any idea of the turmoil that raged inside of her.