The innkeeper bustled over to the table, smiling at the group. "I am sorry that no one seems able to help you, but we have to look after the inn, and the guests, well, doubtless they have all traveled far today, and perhaps have far to travel tomorrow as well. Helping with your ship sounds like a large task, and not one made easier at night. In the morning things will be better, easier, yes? And there is a village an hour or so along the road. Perhaps there would be more there able to help, yes? The Count, he is a learned man, and has servants as well."<br/><br/>He rubbed a cloth, somewhat needlessly, over the table as he spoke. "Now, what can I get you? We have beef stew tonight, and fresh bread, and a braised lamb with roast vegetables almost done. There is wine, or beer if that is your taste."<br/><br/>From the nearby tables Leja could overhear a couple of conversations, one about traveling conditions on the road, a pair of merchants it seems, discussing the rumors of bandit activity, and a plague somewhere to the North. The other was a Musketeer in conversation with a noblewoman and her retainers, discussing some sort of beast he had previously hunted. The other tables, the people at them looked like mostly merchants, their guards and drivers ... much the sort you might expect to find at night in a roadside inn. A trio of servants moved between the tables, bringing food and drink and clearing away the remains of the same. Sitting by the fireplace is a young red-haired man tuning a lute, strumming lightly on the strings.