“The food's so good.” Sarrina smiled jokingly at Alois once her tongue was healed. “Good idea...”  She said setting down her plate. Thinking about the journey ahead, gaze turned from the breton “Place isn't too far a travel. If we stay on the main road we'll be fine.” The food finally cooled, bringing her full attention on the meal placed on her lap.  It was satisfying non the less.<br/><br/>“Since you haven't heard of the Sleepless dragon, I shall give you some insight. The place is crowded around with nords, dying to face the challenge of a true warrior. '<span style="font-style: italic"> Where a warrior comes to meet his fate</span>.' What it really means that is where us nords go to bare the drinking challenge. A heavy, heavy beverage that not a lot of man, mer, woman, or beast can claim they tamed. I have yet to try it, nor have I ever thought about doing it... until recently. The place is crowded now more then ever... and since Alduin has been vanquished by this so called dragonborn, now it gives the inhabitants of Skyrim a reason to drink as the day goes by. A promising challenge, but that is not why we are going there.”<br/><br/>Pulling the closed letter from her coat brought her to flash it in Alois' face. “I wouldn't open it... It is not for our eyes to see, but this is what we are going to the inn for. The bastard Ewan always has me deliver messages to him and his loved ones, like I am their personal carrier. If it wasn't for their coin, or friendship we wouldn't be here at the moment...”<br/><br/>Standing to her feet to stretch, Sarrina turned her eyes away from Alois. “ It gives me an excuse to say hi to the bastard anyway... Once you are done with your meal we can leave....”