Marcus stretched his legs out towards the fire that burned in the common room of the Dancing Horse Inn. Maignard might not be much of a town in comparison to Marsilikos, but given how long they'd been on the road, and how unpleasant parts of that journey had been, it was a small taste of civilization.<br/><br/>The caravan had reached the city a few hours earlier, long enough for what remained of it to be unloaded, and reports made. Doubtless the local authorities would be along sooner or later to get a full accounting of the trip from as many as they could, but in the meantime they would have some little time to rest, refresh themselves and start making plans.<br/><br/>Marcus took a mouthful of ale from the mug in front of him, savoring the nutty taste. Not his normal drink, but this was actually pleasant enough. "I can't speak for the rest of you." he said, looking around the table, "But I'm of a mind to get some food into me before we start poking around town. Something smelled quite divine from outside, and I could use a warm, full belly of something other than caravan stew."