Within a few minutes the pair from upstairs come down. The maid, Jiao, settles up their accounts, perhaps with a slight discount for the beaming smiles she bestows on the innkeeper. A muffled comment and muted laughter from the old men seems to redden his face slightly at any rate. Feng, meanwhile, goes out the door and into the night. A few moments later the faintest whinny of a horse can be heard. Jiao gathers up the packs she had set down and goes out into the night.<br/><br/>- - - - -<br/><br/>"I think it is time we left." said Madame Shu. "It will take a little time to meet the others. Do you have horses, or mules? Anything else you need to gather? I am sure we can buy most of what we need as we go." She gave a small smile. "I do not think waiting on the markets to open would be a good idea today."