The trek into the small town goes along the straight and narrow, with there being more and more dense farmland and houses. Occasionally you get a gaggle of kids harassing your horse, using their dogs to sic them on you and what not. After a few sparkling and threats of leering at the kids, they scamper off screaming and pretending to be afraid.<br/><br/>Finally you reach the quaint town of Praven, which has little to no walls, and one river running along the south end of the town. Passing by some lax guards and over the bridge you enter the town proper. While it does have stone buildings, they are mostly first and second story, with there being the usual stores and homes for townsfolk that make a living off of not farming. Blacksmith, leather worker, seamstress, Inn, the square, and so on and so forth. Finding the Inn is easily enough, since for these towns it is always the biggest building in the place, and usually run by the Mayor as well.<br/><br/>Someone has run ahead of you to warn such a man of your arrival, and by the time to park your house in front of the building he is already there, all nice and fat and a rather interested but glaring sort of look on his face. Taking a look at you and your horse and your cart/horse, before finally introducing himself as the Mayor.<br/><br/><strong>"Well stranger, if ye are willing we can tend to this here horse for ya. Will you be staying a while or just over night, say?"</strong>