That settled, the next order of business (after a good night's sleep) is to head out on the road, making for the port most conveniently located relative to the Isla d'Azif.  M. Valliant provides a pair of good horses and the hundred pistoles for expenses on the journey, and bids you make good speed.<br/><br/>The end of the first day's travel brings you to a rustic inn by last light, a number of horses already in the stable.  The sign at the door shows two goats rampant, apparently cavorting.  The smell of small beer, roasting meat, and freshly brewed coffee spills out into the night from the doorway, along with sounds of general merriment.  Looks like a good place to stop, aye?