The Taal's rest did NOT have a bath the fat innkeeper's wife informed Camilla in no uncertain terms. The woman had impressive jowels and Camilla had to fight the almost irrisistable urge to watch them wobble. The woman's frown deepened as though sensing the Tilean's scrutiny. Camilla was suddenly glad they had settled on the price before this conversation. Even so the small room they had rented had been a considerable expense. The winter was bringing on rough seas and the more cautious captain's wouldn't risk fighting the storm winds down the coast. As a result the whole city was packed with sailors who couldn't find passage out. It was a yearly cycle but that didn't sop the innkeepers, and presumable the brothel madams and flophouse owners from gouging the stranded seamen. 

Camilla turned from the porcine woman and headed back over towards the table where Cydric sat nursing a drink.

[b]"No bath,"[/b] she said mournfully, "the best I could do was a few extra pitches of water in the room." It was difficult to make herself heard over the raw of the crowd and several sailors were already pressing close, recognizable by their tar stained hands and sunburned faces.

[b]"Better than nothing!"[/b] she half shouted to Cydric and as she turned her head she caught someone out of the corner of her eye. Camilla had the impression of a beautiful woman with pale watching her from the back of the bar but as she turned her head to see who was regarding her she saw there was no one there. Putting it down to the trick of the crowd she turned back to Cydric.

[b]"We have enough gold for two or three days,"[/b] She said, leaning close rather than shouting that they had gold, she was already attracting attention from the seedier denizens of the bar but Cydric's presence served to dissuade them.

[b]"We need to find some paying work that dosent involve getting throw of a boat."[/b]
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