A small wave of relief came over the older twin. Only three coins, compared to the last inn this was a steal. No over charging for the dog, or having s brother, or some version of an age charge. An honest inn so close to home, that was a good sign. Was trade finally good again? Did the money their parents got from selling her and her brother get them to survive the oncoming winter? Maybe they were at the market right now! 

Morwen kept her face passive, she hurriedly scooped the remaining cores into her bag. She took the key, "Thank you." She bowed her head to the elder inn keeper.

The door creaked loudly as it was pushed open. The room was basic. A bed, a desk,  a chair and a small opening in the wall that could be called a window. Morwen dropped her things and tested out the bed.  It was a shoddy four post bed, the mattress a flimsy sack filled with hay and the pillow was missing. There was a thin blanket folded on top. Morwen giggled. She let go of Morgen's hand and flopped on top of the bed. 

She rolled to her back to stare at the rickety ceiling. "Morgen." The twin sat up quickly, "Morgen we're almost home!" She giggled again, "Just one more day, then, bam. I can finally show you what Mom's flower garden looks like!"