It was something to see the inn abuzz with sudden activity, for apparently such rumors and gossip were big points of discussion in such a small village where a larger town might discount it with an irritated gesture.  More surprising was the woman who suddenly began to deny an earlier supposed slip of the tongue.  Or was it a girl?  Tall for one and pretty, Cael found it surprisingly difficult to tell her age, but refrained from staring too much in case he they thought him a boor.  With a shrug, he left the side of the pedlar to find the bar, where he hoped the drinks were not watered down.<br/><br/>Digging into his purse, he pulled out a handful of silver, wincing at the sight one of the Saldean minted coins - it was probably one of the last few he had.  This he replaced into his purse and return to sorting aside any remaining pennies he had left before calling for the innkeeper.<strong>"Ale, if you please Master Barkeep and perhaps you might tell me of any lodging available for a night or two."</strong><br/><br/>For a while he looked over the common room for any individuals of note, or at least unusual aspect.  His manner was relaxed as though he had been here many times as he leaned back upon the bar.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Spot check</strong> +10 (taking 10): <strong>Total</strong> 20</div></div>