In response to seeing the pretty face beneath the hood the guard seemed to be a bit flustered. "I uh, well I suppose given the situation and all," he stammered, "I mean I'm sure the captain wouldn't mind he's a family man and all. I mean he has a daughter but one he loves not a uh, not like well you know. He's a good man I mean who wouldn't want to see a pretty young girl hurt."<br/><br/>The guard strode toward the gate and gave spoke as loudly as he dared; perhaps fearing punishment if caught. After a moment the men on the other side of the gatehouse responded and the door opened just enough for one to slip inside. Satisfied the guard said in a hushed voice "If you're looking for a place to stay the night missus I'd try the Black Stag. It's a bit pricey but favored by merchants rather than rough men. Maybe too much for you though it's your call."<br/><br/>The guard didn't wait for a response, instead walking back toward the merchant. The city's market lay just beyond the gatehouse sporting well lit streets with even a few men still closing up their stalls. Sounds of revelry could be heard from the nearest pub.