Day 34
[sblock=OOC]I'm going to assume there won't be anymore said on the subject, and I'm moving on accordingly.[/sblock]
"'Piss poor,'" Nethezar muses, as he smokes his pipe. "Such an odd turn of phrase. Must originate from the orcish tongue, don't you think?" the scholar playfully chides Kushnak.
Cognizant of the dangers camping on the road can be, the group takes care and sets up watches.
Fortunately, the night's rest is uninterrupted, save when one watch ends and the next begins. You awake in the morning refreshed and ready for the next day. Even the bright sun seems to think this is a good day for travel.
You are clearly getting closer to the Free City, as your travel is now routinely intersecting the travel of others.
Almost precisely at lunchtime, you come near a small (but not tiny) inn on the side of the road. The sign on the roadside reads "Able Carter Coaching Company Inn," clearly indicating that it is a branch of the same coaching company stationed in Diamond Lake. Judging from the outside, it looks like the place as a few small room and a larger common room. As you'd expect from a coaching company, there is a stable attached to the inn that is nearly as large as the inn itself.
[sblock=OOC]You all heal from the night's rest. You should tell me, just in case the fatigue matters, whether you want to push the extra mile today or tomorrow. Or if you just intend to change plans entirely.[/sblock]