"All the more reason to get you situated" Sil replied, glancing at the girl over her shoulder. "Holstis will surely try and jack up the prices once the school has officially started up again." She stated with a smirk. "He likes picking on out of towners." And with that, she headed off in the inns direction. Her broad hips carrying her through the street, carving a path out of the crowds of people.<br/><br/>This particular inn had a broad, deep covered porch with several weathered chairs placed around smaller tables. Three stories tall, small windows with checkered glass dotted the front and sides of the building. The massive double doors bared the same lily design as the sign, though these had not yet received a fresh coat of paint. Shouldering them open, Silvarie stepped in, keeping it open long enough for Sarai to pass within.<br/><br/>The inside was very much your typical tavern. A roaring fire burned in the hearth off to the far right, giving the place a hot, smokey fragrance. Barmaids busied themselves with platters of food and drink to the dozen or so people that sat within. Behind the long, deeply pitted bar top, a large, burly looking mat stood, checking his supplies of liquor.<br/><br/>"Holstis" Sil said warmly, a broad, toothy grin on her face.<br/><br/>The balding man turned around, revealing a very large pot belly and a somewhat stained tunic that struggled to stay buttoned across his large girth.<br/><br/>" Oh, 'lo Sil" He said, his small piggish eyes flickered between her smiling face and the timid girl next to her. "What can I do for you and, errr, yer friend here?"<br/><br/>The grin played out about Silvarie's lips only widened. "I'm so glad you asked. This here's my cousin, Sarai." She motioned to her with her newly cleaned hands. "She's just come in from out of town to join the schools." she went on to explain. "You see, she needs a place to stay, and well, I figured since you owed me a favor, you'd be willing to give her a 'special' rate."<br/><br/>Sil had put special emphasis on the last few words, bringing her arms up and folding them across her chest. Her tone had commanded some authority and she looked at Holstice poignantly.<br/><br/>The mans beady eyes now studied the girl carefully, who, judging by the look on his face, was clearly not related to Silvarie what so ever. But, giving in, he sighed and nodded, not wanting to question the healer.<br/><br/>"Alright, that'll be 50 silv..." But he cut himself short as Sil's eyebrows disappeared under her hairline. "I mean, 10 silver a week." He amended, sounding flustered.<br/><br/>"Excellent!" Silvarie clapped her hands together, beaming. "You're a good chap, Holstis." She turned back to Sarai still smiling.