The location - noted on the maps of both Lucas and the tanuki-girl - was named Southwind Point.  The fact that it was, at best, a three-quarter day travel to the nearest body of water - which was indeed the ocean - might make one wonder about the latter portion of the name, but there was plenty of wind, so that part was at least correct.  Resting in from the heat, Lucas managed to grab one of the serving girls as she went by.  "Hey, can I get something to drink and a room here?"<br/><br/>"You'll have to try another place down the road - we are just a stop for wayfarers heading towards the Richcam Sea."  Lucas sighed.  "Alright, thanks."  Taking a few more moments to recover - the heat here was definitely oppressive - Lucas got out of the chair and headed down the way to find another place.  He did find one - the Twelve Wells.  (Again, who had come up with the name for it?)  "Aye, we have a room and victuals available."<br/><br/>"Great!  How much?"<br/><br/>"Three electrum, if ya'd please."  Lucas dug in the coin pouch he kept with his stuff, and when the coins clattered to the table...silver.  Nothing but silver.  And only a handful at that, not nearly enough to match three electrum.  He exchanged looks with the man behind the desk, who turned away to other business...only to get stopped.<br/><br/>"Wait!  I have another means of payment..."  The man turned back, interested in how this girl intended to pay for the night.  Lucas had<em>never</em>thought this part would come back to bite him when he made Isabelle.  "...do you have entertainment for the night?"<br/><br/>"Ah, sadness.  We'd a harpist, and a quite good one at that, but those scoundrels over at the Narrow Barrel have stolen her away with their promises of better pay.  Are ya sayin' ya can fill in for her?"<br/><br/>"I'm no harpist, but I can..."<br/><br/>"If'n the patrons don't like it, lass, I'll have to throw ya out."  Lucas tried to leverage an advantage.  "Four hours.  Would it be an even trade if I could last four hours without stopping?"<br/><br/>"That'll depend on what ya do."  He leaned over, and very quietly, told the innkeeper.  "And ya can do it for four hours with no stops?"<br/><br/>"I'll want my food and drink before, but I can."  The innkeeper thought about it.  "Alright.  If'n the boys don't call for your head before four hours is up, and ya haven't stopped, ya stay.  Otherwise, out with ya."<br/><br/>Arrangement made.  Now, it just needed to be evening as the sun was going down...