Jonathan smiled, “Great, isn’t it?”
Rowan, assuming he meant the music, nodded, “I’ve never heard anyone play so well before.”
Jonathan laughed, “I meant being here. This is what a village is supposed to be like.”
“Oh…that too.”
An old man was sitting in front of the tavern and he waved to them, “Evening, travellers!”
Jonathan returned the greeting and then said, “Is there room in the inn tonight?”
The man started to nod, but gave in to a fit of coughing, bending over and making so much noise that Rowan wouldn’t have been surprised if he had awoken the whole village.
After a minute the man straightened and replied, “There’s always room in this inn.” He gave vent to a hoarse laugh but was soon coughing again.
“Thank you,” Jonathan said pleasantly. He slid off of his seat and took his horse’s bridle, leading him to the stable while Rowan followed suit.
“Did you see that?” Jonathan called to Rowan. “That man talked to us.”
Rowan was getting a little tired of the Aridy jokes and pretended he hadn’t heard.
There was a single lantern in the stable, sitting on a counter, and its glow revealed that almost every stall was empty. A young man was sitting on a stool, leaned against the wall with his mouth hung open, snores emitting. Jonathan cleared his throat quietly and, when there was no response, cleared it a little louder.
Rowan pushed his way to the front and kicked the man’s boot firmly with his own.
“Oh, m’ apologies, sirs,” said the man after he had rubbed the sleep from his eyes and realized that two customers were standing in front of him. “Are you staying the night in the inn?”
Although he thought that that much was obvious, Jonathan nodded. “We’d like two stalls for the night, please.”
The man received their payment and stored it in a faded, grimy leather pouch that hung from his belt. *Thanks much, sirs. I’ll take your horses now, if you please.*
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