It seems nobody has anything against leaving right away. Remember to say if you're leaving the inn, otherwise I'll just assume you stayed there.
As Durban steps out of the inn, the streets are still shrouded in shadows. But the sun seems to be ready to rise over the Mountains in less than an hour.
People are walking between the buildings in their affairs, some hurrying, some drifting along. A few guards ride past Durban, warriors judging from their armor.
Derra comes out of the inn.
"You want to get those horses? Or are you going to travel by foot?"