OoC:Assuming that everyone has done all that they wish and are heading out. Anyone wanting to get new gear etc,mention it and we can retroactively do it,as long as it is reasonable in the time allowed.
IC:
The Road South passes easily, with those more versed in riding cutting a slow pace for those less used to horseback. Still, it is a mere hour or so before you are all rounding a turn and sighting a Roadhouse, it's two-story structure painted white and blue, with terra cotta tiles set upon it's roof. Several men in various states of official dress (some shirtless, as it is late summer), chopping wood and currying horses.
A barn ,outhouse and smithy also sit alongside the Roadhouse, and a small garden can be seen behind. As you ride up you notice as well that there are 2 halflings also stopped, one overseeing the reshoe job of his pony's hooves the Smith clearly annoyed by the diminuative fellow's critique.
A tall man, perhaps 30 with a short beard and green eyes hails you. 'Hail, Good Folk. Need ye water, there be a well across the Road, and there's tea and apples inside, courtesy of his graciousness the Mayor of the City, who keeps this place.' The man then goes back to chopping wood, content to let you go about whatever needs you have.
