Sarah could see faintly what Victor had on his map, recognizing the immediate area of her own village, the port town to the west, and the mountains to the north. While she had never traveled to either place or beyond, she could recognize the view that she would see from her bedroom window, particularly the snow-capped peaks that decorated the night sky. “I recognize here,” she pointed to the spot that would symbolize the village where this town resided, “that’s where we are right now, but I’m afraid I’m clueless to everything else.”<br/><br/>————————————————<br/><br/>As Abia finished setting up the rooms, she made her way back into the tavern to catch up on any waiting drink orders. After a quick route through the crowded tables and chairs, she had written everything down that was needed of her.<br/><br/>As she began making her way back to the bar to fetch everybody’s requests, she passed by the corner table and noticed a tankard of ale that she had not served. Her brows furrowed in confusion, humming a bit in thought as she approached the table. Only once she got closer did she notice the newcomer, “oh! Good evening sir, I had not seen you come in. I’m sorry about that... Who..uh...who served you your drink?” She didn’t mean to be suspicious or wary, but she didn’t have anybody else working for her at the moment. Unless one of the regulars offered him assistance while she was off readying the inn.  Nevertheless, she gave him a smile, so as not to make him feel like she was accusing him of anything.