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The best inn in all Loghedge, famed by the quality of its food, beds, stables and overall service. It's among the oldest establishments in the city and very well located in the main road, close to the market square and very easy to locate with its large winged slit eye sign hanging high above

The building is made of fine wood and cut stone. The inn's main hall, a large place populated by tables, chairs and a large, well provided bar, is decorated with all sorts of pelts, a comfy environment only warmed up more by the huge fireplace and the sweet smell of good wine impregnated in the wood panneling
Upstairs the rooms have soft aired beds, decoreated with hanging tapestries or more pelts. Many have a private copper bathtub with a bell cord to call for more hot water or warm towels
The stables are roomy and well provided. Fresh straw, cool water and many stable boys ready to attend the horses well being

Well, it wasn't a long trip down to the inn. Alex made his way into the inn, counting the others in his group, making sure they all were there. He looked at the others, as he walked with him.

"So, we should probably sort out who's rooming with who?" He folded his arms as he looked to the others. The pilot sat down at one of the large tables, since it would probably be needed for them to figure out who was going to be staying in what room.

He leaned back in the chair, and stretched out a bit. "So?", he asked, as he looked to the others.

Blythe of course came with the group she was hungry and tired and wanting nothing more then to wake up, probably in a hospital room, from a concussion. Surely that's all this was, a stroke, maybe she fell and hit her head, or something along those lines. This was all just some great hallucination. Still she couldn't shake the ever so real sensation of exhaustion and hunger. She slid into her chair and gratefully accepted her key.

"I believe it would only be proper to board ourselves with our own genders. Alex would it be too much trouble if young Jamie roomed with you, if you are fully against it I will have him in my room, but I do not believe he is at the proper age to stop believing that girls have..."cooties" so to speak," Blythe inputted. She was not going to room with a man, gentleman or not it was simply not done with a lady of her stature. Goodness she had never even let a man see her before! Suddenly standing up she had a slight look of dismay and realization on her face. "Oh, I have forgotten myself Blythe Dautry, Head Mistress of the Luary Private School for boys in Glouchester, England."

She offered her hand to those around the table. Her hand was cold and firm, it had the slight leathery feel of an older person.

Several tables away, Rick sat, locks of his hair covering one eye as the other, half-lidded, surveyed the others, one of whom he would likely end up bunking with. Tan elbows were propped up on the table, dexterous fingers clasped and covering the lower half of his face, and half of his nose as he listened to their conversation with slight interest.

For one, he was glad that he wasn't alone in this situation. After all, by observing the triumphs and mistakes of the others, he could potentially avoid any silly blunders, and make the proper decision in a certain situation.

As for what they were talking about, like Karin, he had no preference. Chances were that people already knew who they wanted to be with in a room, and judging from all the people in the room, that would leave one left. That person would be stuck with him, whether they liked it or not. He would simply wait until that person had been found, and approach him or her. Hopefully, he thought, that person wouldn't have the wrong impression of him right off the bat.

Alex smirked as he looked at the note pad of Cecil, nodding. "Yeah, either that, or they're tian di wu yohn*. Take your pick." He looked over to Blythe and her comments about letting Jamie room with him. "Huh, oh sure sure, that'll be fine."

The pilot leaned back some, and nodded. "Nice to meet you all. I'm Alex Barrett, and yes, I was in the Philippines, but I grew up in Cali. And I doubt this is a reality TV show. I mean, this place is out of like a history book, a very messed up one, but a history book none the less."

He thought a bit, and then shrugged, "Anyways, we might as well try to blend in some while we're here. Hell, I've already been robbed... twice since I got here, just because of my appearance. Some folks seem to think I'm royalty or something messed up like that." Alex looked towards the door then back, "But if that Baron guy thinks I'm going to give up my coat though, he's sadly mistaken... but anyways, that can wait till tomorrow."

"So, lets eat!", he said, in a change of gears, mostly because food would help clear the mind if nothing else.


* Chinese for "Completely Useless".

Dinner was interesting to say the least, under seasoned and ruffly cooked, two-tined forks and barely sharp knives, yet it was food. Honest to goodness good food, hot and welcome to her empty stomach, if it had been tough as steel she probably would have tried to eat it. She made sure Jamie ate everything including his vegetables, after all no one in her school was aloud to waste food and certainly not now. Not while her was a growing child.

"Make sure you eat your carrots now Jamie, it will help you see better," She bent down to tell him. Turning towards the group she attempted to make conversation. "If I may ask what ideas do all of you have as to what you might try to gain employment in? I myself might inquire as to the any position in my chosen field of education."

Cecil knifed his food hungerily, he still kept his table manners, but the hunger from not eating anything from all day didn't bother stop him from taking huge bites of his meal.

He frowned at the mention of occupations. Well, writing wasn't going to be any use around here. He mentally slapped himself, of course he didn't need to worry about that, all of this was a complete sham, and Cecil knew it. At least, he thought he knew it. He wrote to Alex,

How long have you been around here? You know this is all completely acted right? The highway's probably somewhere around here.

Cecil was full. He layed back and streched out his arms, yeah, this is going to make such a cool story when he got back... Though, he didn't know how exactly he was going to get a ride home. Bah, details, he'll figure it out in the morning, hitchhiking couldn't be that bad.

For her first real meal in quite a while, Karin didn't seem to have much of an appetite, playing with her food as much as she was eating it. Thoughts of home kept creeping in and dulling any enjoyment the food had brought.

Speaking up for the first time in a while, she commented, "I think I have to agree with Alex here. At night, there's nothing. No lights. I mean, it's not exactly the mountainous highlands here, but if you look at the skyline, you should be able to see the light pollution if there were any cities nearby, right? But there's nothing. Even near the Amish country, there's telephone lines. Unless we're in some third world nation." She paused and shook her head. "I dunno, it's just all wrong."

She picked at her food a bit more, her headache returning once more. "I don't even want to think about employment. This place isn't what I'm used to. I like to work with my hands, and I doubt that's approved for the female populace."

As an afterthought, she added, "Maybe we could pool our coins and buy a house or something. Can't stay at the inn forever."