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Message: <blockquote data-quote="FitzTheRuke" data-source="post: 9640538" data-attributes="member: 59816">They arrived at The Way Inn at about four hours after noon. By then, Sir Isteval's leg was clearly bothering him despite his best efforts to hide it. They knew that they'd arrived when the Trade Way's road passed by what remained of an old tower, which had been one of five that had surrounded a small town and a fortified Inn that gave the town its name. The entire place had been destroyed some hundred years ago, but the Inn had been rebuilt by Waterdhavian nobles. They had not rebuilt the towers, or the town, but one had grown up again around the Inn all the same. The towers and their connecting walls had never fully returned.And yet, the first sight of the place that they came to was the sight of a group of masons, hard at work on the northmost tower, and a wooden palisade being put into place as well. It seemed that the work had been going on for several weeks. The main road travelled through the town, but it was not difficult to leave it here and use trails to circumvent all of the western towers. It was time to decide who would carry on to the Inn, and who would wait, and where they would do it. It was reasonable for the to travel for another three hours today before making camp, so the faster they could secure Sir Isteval a horse, the further south they could go before stopping for the night.</blockquote>