As Argus sat in the tavern eating his meal, he was pleased to see the drunks leave. Drunks in a tavern, well, you just never know what trouble will erupt. Argus watched out the window as they crossed the rutted and dusty street. As he watched the drunks disappear, he saw a wagon pulled by a donkey nearing at a slow pace. Finishing his meal, he watched it as it came down the street, and was shocked to see the woman, and the young girl both riding in the seat behind the driver. He looked and looked again to be sure. All the conclusions that he had were wrong. He smiled to himself as he realized that his interest in the young red-haired girl thought of as only folly was wrong as well.<br/><br/>Argus tried to be nonchalant about leaving the tavern. He stepped out the door as the donkey and wagon passed and then casually followed the wagon. He felt fairly confident that if the woman or young girl should glance behind they would not recognize him.<br/><br/>Following them, he found they went to the stable. Standing casually as if looking about the countryside, he saw them leave the wagon and enter the house.<br/><br/>Argus wandered seemingly about and looked in the stable. He was impressed with the neatness and order of the place.<br/><br/>The thought came to him that perhaps the stable would be his place to spend the night tonight. The hay seemed fresh and new, and he could perhaps go in the loft after dark and not be seen. He took a mental note of this; he coinage was running low and earlier when he had inquired at the tavern about a room. he was told that there was only one room available. And the available room had a broken door and a broken window.