It was nearly sun down when they came across a small city. She had never seen it before. She brought Etain to a halt, standing a good twenty or so yards away from the front gates. The farms that lay outside the fortified walls were dark and quiet, the only sounds from them were the animals. Inside the walls, as you neared the center, lamps were hung outside lit with flame. The sounds of music and laughter drifted through the air. Taking in a long deep breath. Almiya swung off her horse, removing the bridle and saddle. Etain nickered and trotted off to eat on his own. He would be back by the time the sun rose and she was ready to leave again.
Hefting the saddle over on shoulder, she made the walk to the front gate where a rough looking guard stood watch. "State your business woman," he said in a gravelly voice, patting the dagger at his side.
She smiled softly and bowed her head. "I am here to rest and purchase goods before I take my leave in the morning."
Though he seemed wary, he nodded and stepped aside to let her in. Bowing her head in thanks once more she hurried past him and walked the hard packed dirt road towards the center of the town. She passed many homes, all close knit and nearly on top of each other. She shuddered. There was no way she could live like this, she loved the open roads, freedom. The smell of fresh air.
She came upon a tavern where it seemed quietest. Stepping through the door, she walked towards the rather bored looking woman sitting at the bar, washing a mug she had probably washed fifteen times before. "Excuse me, ma'am. But, do you know where I could stay for the night?"
With an unchanged expression, the woman looked up, then pointed towards some stairs. "Aye, but you don't get a key unless you buy a drink. That's my policy, dearie."
Groaning, Almiya sat down on one of the stools, the leather covering the seat worn to almost nothing. "Give me whatever you wish," she said, not much of a drinker. She didn't mind wine now and again, but if it was her way to get a room, then so be it.