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Hally was started to get tired, Anais realised, even as she drove the well-trained, dependable horse onwards through the mist the mares speed had begun to drag slower and slower, the smooth corded motion of the creatures powerful form beginning to jolt and sink from exhaustian. Anais sighed softly to herself and brought the horse back to a slow trot, recognising that such consequences were, without any doubt, due considering she had practically driven the poor beast as if the earth was falling behind them all the way from Stowerling. Hally released a loud [i]harumph[/i], tossing her head back slightly and Anais fought the urge to roll her eyes beneath the sodden weight of her leather hood, leaning forward and clapping a firm, gloved hand against the horses neck. 

The horse ambled down the street, her hooves a sure [i]clip clop[/i] against the cobblestone of the road, and as Anais pulled herself back into her seat she peered as best she could around her, through the mist and the soft rain that had decided to make itself known shortly after she passed through the gates of the city. The small, flickering lights of candles that shone through various windows around her offered some form of respite from the gloomy weather, but the scene that looked the most welcoming was a building with a tall crooked chimmney just a little further down the road,where a lantern hung on the front outside, swinging to and fro slightly, and beackoned through the mist. Anais adjusted herself in the seat, a twitch of a grimance flashing at her lips when she again felt the sharp, annoying pain of the saddles sores that had sunk onto her behind over the past three days riding. She hadn't had a bed since she'd left Tarnton, and had either slept at the side of the road or not slept at all, so it would be more than nice to sink into a full and comfortable mattress again, she could even sleep the entire day if she wanted to...

Anais tipped her head backwards, and lifted her eyes from the welcoming warmth of the Inn and up towards the looming enormity of the castle in the distance. She frowned slightly before dipping her head forward, giving a soft kick to Hallys flank and pushing the horse towards the Inn, deciding that she would at least get a room for herself and shelter for Hally, before proceeding to make the walk towards the castle before settling in, making it just in time for Morning Audiences. 

Tying Hally to the tree stood outside for the time being, Anais made a brisk walk towards the Inn door, taking in the sign that displayed the establishments name as she pulled back the entirety of her hood, letting it fall to slap wetly against her back. Bringing a hand to the door, Anais pushed it open and walked into the Inn, feeling the warmth of the place wash over her almost immediately, making her even more mindful of the damp tracks she was likely dragging into the place, as well as the drops of water that cascaded down the back of her leather cloak, dripping onto the smooth paved stone of the entrance.

Striding forward into the tavern of the Inn, she smoothly skirted around a white-haired woman and made for the polished, wooden fixture of the bar. Elbowing her way in between two travelling folk Anais leaned both hands on the bar, looking over her shoulder to cast a short but calculative glimpse around the room, before leaning forward more purposefully on the surface to attract the barkeeps attention. Beackoning the barkeep closer Anais listed her requests in a curt, firm tone, "I need a room, likely for one night, as well as a stable for the black mare tied to the tree outside."