Balthazar thought about it for a moment. If her father was looking for her here, no doubt he would expect a noble woman who only knew luxury, and a slave who had never been allowed to enjoy the finer things to take the better of the two inns. â€œThe laughing lady.â€ He finally said. With that decided they made their way to the inn, thankfully it at least had a stable.  They put their horses up, Balthazar waited until she had done whatever was needed for them.<br/><br/>Once at the inn, Balthazar nodded. It was rundown with drunks and those who clearly werenâ€™t the type for company, in otherwords, just the people he wanted to see.  Sure they were cut throats, but most were to drunk or in to deep with the law to turn them in for a reward. Bal paid for the room and the horses before they headed up. He needed to check the map to see what their next move was going to be. He had chosen only one room because he wanted the security of them being close by.<br/><br/>â€œYou can take the bed,â€ he said as they walked in. He was just as happy with the floor. With that he put his pack gently on the floor before he took out the map and unrolled it, following their current path with his finger, and following where they were going to have to go he groaned. â€œGreat.â€ He muttered tapping the forest they were going to have to go through.