The innkeeper's reluctance only seemed to strike some stubborn bone in Kate's body.  "Ach, did I walk into an inn that only services mewling babes?"  She scowled at him.  "It's nothing but night, fog and maybe a roaming pack of wolves, and you all are cozy.  I've got a shipment of fine dish ware that's just sitting in my hold waiting to be delivered and If I don't get out there soon."<br/><br/>When not a soul spoke up, she rolled her shoulders in frustration, "Alright, so be it."  She turned to the volunteers, "Settle in for the night, ask around and see if you can find anyone willing to leave at first light."  She said in a lower tone that only they could hear, "And best not to mention the leavings we found in the woods.  I see no point in gettin' everyone riled up over the leavings of some wolfpack."