Yeah, she was the boss... like the witch was subservient to her.  Still, it was a good idea; inns were often laden with people...<br/><br/>...well, most were, but not this one.  There was an old man - sickly it would seem by the cough - and then a younger woman sweeping things up.  No customers, nothing of the sort... fitting in a strange sense with the rest of the city.  She said nothing as a table was to be made for them.  But sighed at the mention of 'honeymooning' from her friend.  Always humorous, and if only it was honeymooning they were doing...<br/><br/>"Ignore her.  We've been sent by the Pathfinder Society to assist in the defense of the town against the demons of the Worldwound." she said, looking down at the man even as their table was prepared by the woman "We need to know where the guard-captain's office is, but didn't spot anything of the sort in the city.  Could you direct us to the appropriate facility?"<br/><br/>More coughing, and the woman looked as if she was about to stop setting up the table.  Aquila motioned for her to continue setting it up; they could afford to stop for a bit of food, and hopefully it was of higher quality than the rest of the establishment.  The woman went back to 'hurrying' again, now having plenty of time it would seem to get the job done.  As for the man, well, more coughing, and a wry chuckle, looking from one woman to the next briefly.<br/><br/>"Who'd you piss off to get sent out here?" he chuckled, coughing then, nearly hacking up a lung by the sounds of it "Ah... center of town -hrak!- big building, guards out front.  Doubles as city council's place too, not that they do anything; guard runs this place -hrrech!-."<br/><br/>Aquila nodded silently thanking the man, then took her seat when the table was done.  The seat creaked under her weight, possibly due to rot or solely due to the fact she was a very big girl.  Two orders of whatever their finest drink and dinner was, which of course the woman<em>hurried</em>to get, like she hurried to clean the table.  The place was so drab, so... worn...<br/><br/>"Is this place always so empty?" she asked the man, who was still sounding like he'd drop dead sooner than later "The town is surprisingly large... I'd expect more people drowning their sorrows in drink..."