The sight of some measure of civilization was very welcoming to my travel-wary mind and body.  A nice hot meal, a soft bed, and a tight pussy or soft mouth to fuck all sounded fantastic, though I would happily take any one of the three if I was being overambitious with my wants.  I trotted my mount up to the stable, already settling on the alias of Damian Zephyrcrest for this particular venue.  Not seeing a stable hand available to accept my ride, I tied the horse’s reigns to the hitch and made my way to the Inn keeping my hand close to the wooden rapier at my hip.  A performance weapon to be sure, but one that sufficed enough as a non-lethal substitute should I need to defend myself when I wasn’t donning the guise of The White Fox.<br/><br/>I made my way through the front doors and took a moment to survey the sort of establishment this was.  From there I would look for the person I would need to talk to in order to rent out a room for the night and inquire about the possibility of food.