Freya looked at Harol and shrugged. "Just knocking on a stranger's door and asking for a place to sleep is the worst thing you could do, maybe except from sleeping on the streets. Chances are that either your host will betray you, or that someone recognises you when you sleep out in the open. Unless you know someone you can most certainly trust and who is wiling to help you out, our best option is to find the local tavern and rent a room for the night." Freya said, looking at Harol as she spoke.

She didn't know anyone herself in the village who could help her out, but maybe Harol did know someone who could help. It would be better than a room in some tavern, though she didn't have too much hope for it. They were both on the run, and if someone could bring the two of them in, than he or she would certainly get a fair amount of money for that.