"The girl is an injured traveler." Solomon answered the innkeeper. "We need some medicine, a room for the night, and some of that fantastic roast you have cooking. It has been too long since I had something that wasn't either bread or bathed in salts." He laughed. "I would reach into my pocket for money, but my hands are -um- full at the moment."

Solomon looked down at the princess in his arms. "The innkeeper is a friend of mine. The town is along my main delivery route, though I hardly ever but a room. I just come for the meals, mostly. The best broth this side of the kingdom! Isn't that right, my friend?" He shouts out so the innkeeper can hear.