The plant growth might have made Camille wary of an ambush elsewhere, but this close to the city it was probably safe... probably. She started to worry as the fiery glow of sunset gave way to the muted blues and violets of dusk. So it was with not a small bit of relief that she finally reached the inn and saw the sign confirming her arrival at the Golden Prospect.<br/><br/>The establishment seemed much too dark and quiet for a place a mere half-day's journey away from AC. She expected a bustling inn filled with people on the last leg of the journey to the big city, or at the least, a homey stop with a cozy fireplace. Perhaps Eniija's foes had gotten wind of the delivery and set up an ambush? It was a remote, paranoid possibility, but the package she had tucked away - which she had thus far managed not to open, despite her curiosity, partly because Eniija would have probably preferred it that way, partly because it was probably a less than brilliant idea - weighed heavily in her thoughts.<br/><br/>Looking around to make sure that nobody else was watching her, she went off the road and found a place to hide the package before approaching the Golden Prospect, just in case things went south. She drew her rapier, though keeping it pointed down at the ground for now so as to avoid accidentally stabbing anybody while having it ready at hand just in case, and made  her way as quietly as she could towards the rear of the inn, intending to enter by the back door.