Towards the late evening, the traveling group rode into an unimportant little town. The only inn's name was obscured by over-grown ivy vines. Dismounting, Cymri cringed slightly. While she didn't mind riding, the pace Darion had set over the past two days was grueling. Leaving her horse for one of the men to bring to the stables, she entered the inn. While the common room had seen better days, it was clean and freshly swept. The small inn probably only had rom enough for a dozens guests. Most likely only a few had spare coin to spend on a night in a real bed anyways. Cymri promptly walked over to the innkeeper and began making requests. She heard Darion's heavy footsteps behind her as she finished up her requests. Yawning, she said, "If you'll excuse me for the evening. I'm rather tired and would prefer a light supper in my room, followed by bed." Smiling sweetly, she brushed past Darion and made her way upstairs.