The group debates for a few minutes longer, but with few options, the best they have is to try to find another crossing. The cravan begins to head upriver, cutting cross-country for much of the day, though,a s night approaches, they find not only a road, albeit a lightly used one, but, just before preparing to stop for camp, they spot a hotel.<br/><br/>"Welcome to the Wayfinder's Inn," the proprietress says, a quite attractive, raven haired woman, with a bevy of homely, but attractive maids at her side. "And here we were, thinking our rooms would go empty for another night. Come in, come in... we've plenty of rooms to spare for you all!"