Arriving to the inn safely, Marric was met with the innkeeper at the door who nod to him and smiled. Pushing a warm bread to his hand the man smirked and pat on his shoulder. "Room's in the back." The bread itself had a strong, meaty scent to it, and it felt oven warm still. Meat actually placed into soft bread, the scent was strangely appeticing at this hour.<br/><br/>"Have a good night." This said, the bartender turned to walk behind the counter, seeming to be cleaning up a sharp dagger there, humming a bit to himself.<br/><br/>The linens seemed freshly changed, a little warm. They offered a comfortable place to rest on for the night, the dawn approaching quickly. All too soon, a rooster crowed, pulling him from the night's rest. Back at the tavern, the scent of fresh stew, peas and beans by the scent, was cooking up. The bartender was already present, where as the barmaid was nowhere in sight.