Though the travelers were wary the Inn doesn't seem to be filled with too many people who are feeling the same way. There's drinking and merriment to be had all around and the waitresses seem to have their hands full. Over at the front counter there's a heavy set older woman working the desk with her black hair up in a bun. As the rooms are paid for, she smiles at everyone (2 sp a night) and hands over their skeleton key and a small scroll with pink lacy ribbon knotted around it.