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We have reached the place they call an inn. It isn't much, a lodge with a tiny stable. The people of the village were inside their homes and if they weren't they went there as we came through. The only person out is a middle aged man of average hight. His graying hair is short cut and he is fit. He stands on the porch of the inn looking at us as if he can see who we are. Morgana has more patiance then I. "Is there a room here?" I ask the man.