Your young apprentice rises from the tub with a pleasantly dazed look on her face. Lelika holds her arms out, water droplets tumbling down her body, and accepts the towel, the course material across her skin somewhat reviving her. Although not enough evidently, as she murmurs “Greetings day,” her distracted mind interpreting your words a bit too literally. It takes donning her leather armour and weapons to completely restore her and in her high spirits she cannot resist performing a twirl with her blade.<br/><br/>Downstairs the tavern master’s eyes seem to glow at the mere mention of the word “premium”, and he charges 5 gold pieces for the room, meals and service provided. Seeming to forget how tired she was at the end of the previous day, Lelika starts the journey with a couple of skips, and once the tavern is out of sight she enjoys the solitude of the your journey.<br/><br/>After about three hours of walking you spot a guard house ahead, in reality simply a grand white tent on the roadside flying the banner of noble house: a black fox on a yellow field. Although the road belongs to no one, it is common for noblemen to post guards near the borders of their estate. The two soldiers, mounted on idle horses, give you no trouble but once you have passed one dismounts and hurries into the tent, and soon you see a raven fly past, a message attached to its leg. “Do they warn others of our approach?” Lelika ponders, the thought amusing her as she recalls and contrasts her previous experience with guardsmen.