<span style="font-style: italic">Does anyone here even respect nobility? Well, did I even expect them to?</span><br/><br/>Ashton nodded, though he felt like shaking his head in silent annoyance. It was 'Sir Ashton', not 'Cromwell'.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Ugh. Get a grip on yourself. It's nothing to worry about.</span><br/><br/>Ashton turned forwards and continued to walk. Roy and Claude followed. It was 5 minutes of walking, but the party would step into a dry, dirt pathway. A wooden guardpost was to their right, with a armoured soldier standing by it, leaning on his halberd.<br/><br/>"Thank God it hasn't rained." Ashton raised his right hand and tapped his left shoulder, his right, then his forehead and chest.<br/><br/>Ashton walked towards the guardpost, shot a 'buck up' glance towards the soldier, and walked past him. "Anyway, we're here. The village of Trebizon is nearby. If you're unwilling to stay under my roof for free, you can pay for a night at the local inn."