<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/6b/5f/d3/6b5fd36a5b475af394692ec0b3d92495.jpg)</div>Five copper pieces is what was earned.    This represented not that she had not touched the villagers in attendance.    It represented that in such a community it is not coin that is used as barter.  But goods,  crafted,  livestock and foodstuffs often act as forms of trade.<br/><br/>She gives a slight nod as she rises up and follows Darius out of the common room.   The rooms are upstairs,  three of them two are already occupied.   Theirs is the last one upstairs.   The room is simple, a window with wooden shutters that are closed.  Small the window, a small person can easily get in and out through the window.  For them, it would be possible, but they would have to squeeze through.  A single bed is in the room.   A table against the wall with a wash basin and large pitcher that holds water in it.   Along the east wall near the door is a half dozen peg hooks for hanging cloaks and such.   The bed has not bedding linen.   Nor are there any rugs or furs upon the wooden floor.   They will have to use their own blankets from their packs.   A typical bed at a small farming hamlet inn.    The mattress smells fresh,  the hay stuffed in it has been changed out.  The only other item is a small lantern in the room that will need to be lit also sitting on the table.   The door can be barred with a simple wood board that fits into the iron braces bolted to the wall either side.<br/><br/>Your charge, she sets her spear against the wall, puts her pack alongside of the bed and would lay down on the floor.  Using the pack as a pillow for her head.   Will he allow this, for her to sleep on the floor of the room.   The bed is large enough for two,  but it is not that large.  That it would be intimate if they laid together for the night.<br/><br/>The inn itself has grown quiet as the villagers that had been in attendance have gone home.    There is a quiet peace that has settled over the hamlet.<br/><br/>Jamila rolled to her side facing away from the bed after laying down.   Her nation has been ripped from her.   The man her father had trusted the most had been the cause of it.  She hoped and prayed in that moment that her maid in waiting, who even now, still posed as her.   With a hundred of her royal palace guards.   Continues to evade the black legion.  All day long, she had been trying to figure out if he the Hellhound was truly a  tiefling.  She did not think so,  that perhaps in his past the long distant past.  There had been an influx of some demon or devil blood into his line.  It had not gone unnoticed when he had gripped his sword and scabbard ready to whack those that had groped her.    She held not that in his heritage there is the demon blood.  She herself her family had long since been with angelkin blood.    She knew the truth to get to her supposed new master.<br/><br/>Lord Miraj had worried that she would be placed herself in danger by posing as a slave.   It had taken her long to convince him of the plan.  It had been the only way for her to get out of the city.    Lord Miraj had been right,  the tiefling heritage belied the true  measure of the man that now escorted her.   He is a honorable and good man.<br/><br/>