The girls can barely wait their turns for their chance to mount him, all of them incredibly hungry for it, and glad that he never seems to tire. It's also a good thing that he sealed the room, as he likely would have drawn in any women in or near the inn, as well.<br/><br/>The next day, the travel goes relatively quickly, but the towns are laid out far apart, and the only one they pass is an abandoned ruin, inhabited only by a handful of lost souls, who are little better than over-sized rats, scurrying amongst the buildings. They do reach a traveling inn, by nightfall, and learn that, not far from here, the road splits; one path leading towards the capitol, the other leading to the local lord, Icyn, who rules this outlying region of small cities, once a prosperous frontier, now little more than tiny farming villages, regaining their footing.