Chester wander the street for an hour, trying to find his way out.  Finally, as the sun descended, he gave up.  There was the sign for an inn, though a seedy looking one, so he decided on impulse to stop for the night.  Surely they would not expect him to actually stay in this part of town, assuming they were still looking for him?  The curious thing was that he did not see even one palace guard.  Surely they were out looking.<br/><br/>The interior of the inn was not any more promising that the exterior.  It boasted a big room with a bar and tables.  The tables and benches looked as if they had been through a war, or at least a few bar brawls.  Chester sighed and headed toward the bar.  He knew that he had a few coins in his pockets, stolen from his captors.<br/><br/>The bartender has a big man with a thick mustache and a bald head.  He grunted at Chester in an almost friendly sort of way.  "What ya want stranger?  Two bits for an ale or four for food.  Me Molly's made up a stew for this evening.  Even a bit of meat in it.  A room will cost you half a silver, or you can sleep down here for half of that.  The prince readily handed him all his coins for a room and a meal, hoping that he would see the last of this place in the morning.<br/><br/>Chester sat at a table by the fire and tried to blend in.  Everyone about the place looked liked a laborer.  This was a good sign.  It looked less like a den of thieves than a place where his hard working citizens can for an evening pint.<br/><br/>It had been a shock to see how bad off this part of the city was.  He had not seen many beggars, but the children had hungry eyes and the women were most all selling themselves, as if they had nothing else to offer.  Surely things were as bad as all that!  It had never been father's intent for anyone to be forced into such a lifestyle.  He suspected that it might be laziness or their parts, but he could not prove it without talking with one of them, and that he was not willing to do.<br/><br/>The stew, when it came, was thin, but tasty.  He ate hungrily, dipping a piece of bread into it.  Some ran down his chin but he did not notice.  The manners of those around him were horrid.  He copied them, so as not to stand out, drinking the last bit by tipping to bowl towards his mouth.  The ale was passable as well, though the pint was all to soon gone.