Traben took his time with the horse, leading it over to a tree near the wagon. Securing it there, he was sure it would find plenty of fresh grass for grazing and shelter from the tree should any rogue storms form. Knowing his wolves would not follow him into the building, he could also be fairly sure neither the horse or the wagon would be disturbed.

"Shall we go on in then?" he asks, turning to Cassandra. "I wasn't kidding about that meal, I was hunting when I came across the caravan, so I haven't eaten yet." Without really waiting for her answer he heads for the entrance, flashing a bright smile at the nymphs. He had stayed at this inn before, but did not know it well enough to have found it on his own from the kingsroad. The women here all knew him by name, though he hadn't been by in at least three years.