Jarnath doesn't protest and allows himself to be lead out into the darkened streets of the village. The wind is whipping down from the northern mountains, making it very cold and unpleasant. The village isn't large enough and doesn't have enough structures to protect against the wind and cold. The low hanging clouds are thick and effectively block out the moonlight.
Moving deeper into the village, heading back towards the inn, the group finds the streets empty of villagers. A few lights can be seen behind shuttered windows and locked doors but otherwise the village is dark, despite the relatively early hour. The silence of the night is broken by the far away howl of a lone wolf.
Reaching the inn without incident, the group enters and ushers Jarnath inside. Miri is immediately spotted behind the bar, sitting on a high stool and smoking a pipe. Only two other patrons are in the bar area, two older Dornish men, sitting at a table together drinking ale and talking quietly. They have the look of farmers or laborers. When the group enters, they look up and stop talking immediately, and eye the party warily. After a glance at Miri, she nods to them and smiles and they then go back to their drinks and low conversation.
Miri motions you over. She takes a long look at Jarnath and then turns to the rest of the group. "So, what did you learn at his house? He looks even worse than the last time I saw him."
