"High time something was done," says Madam Rilfree pushing her way past everyone and into the room. She curls her nose a bit as she looks around, particularly when viewing the blood stains on the bed, then turns to the goodwife. "I've changed my mind, goodwife. My servants will take these quarters. I will take the room down the hall. I trust you'll make this room ready for my servants in a reasonable amount of time? In the meantime, I must rest. Traveling in a coach all day is dreadfully tiring." With that, Madam Rilfree turns in a huff and heads down the hall.
"Oh, blessed Pelor, thank you for sending your servant to purge us of this restless spirit!" The goodwife calls out in exultation. "Oh and the rest of you are free to take bunks in the common room, free of charge! I'd offer you private rooms, but," she looks down at Madam Rilfree with a scowl, "I'm afraid she's booked the last two. I'll be happy to make you up a very special breakfast in the morning though to make it up to you. You have no idea how this will help my business."
The goodwife begins to depart but then turns as if remembering something, "Oh goodness gracious. I nearly forgot all about Awna. I'm afraid I can't let you take her. She barely knows you. She doesn't know you truth be told. We've been good to her here, and we'll continue to be good to her, I promise you that."
As the goodwife turns again to depart for other matters, the little girl grabs at her sleeve, "No, Miccah. I want to go with them. Daddy said I should go with them, and so I will."
"Oh you poor confused child. I can't just let you off and away with the first strangers who happen through my door!" The goodwife protests. "What would people say? 'Goodwife Miccah let that girl go with those strange travelers from the city and now she's in a ditch!' That's what they'd say."
"No, Miccah," the child says, much more emphatically this time. As she does, her eyes emit an red glow, such as you have never seen before. It is not quite so sinister as the fire that rages in a tiefling's eyes, but it is chilling nonetheless. "I will go with them, and you will let me."
The goodwife stares at the child for a few moments as if flabbergasted, then perks up and says, "Well of course I'll let you go with them. Whoever gave you the idea that I wouldn't?" With that, the goodwife sports a wide smile and heads off to take care of other duties.
The young girl turns to your group and looks at you with a blank face. "So, if we are to be traveling companions, I should like to know your names. Mine is Awna, but you already knew that."