Penelope followed the two to the inn. When Hartley read the name of the sign, she shot a look of surprise towards the younger thief. She listened as he explained all Younisian peasants could read. As Crow walked ahead to talk with the innkeeper, Hartley fell back to walk besides Penelope. 

“So Brerra peasants really don’t learn stuff like that?” Hartley asked quietly. “Don’t you guys have teachers?”

“Only the rich can afford those.” Penelope replied, keeping her voice low to avoid being overheard. She frowned slightly. “The peasants of Brerra don’t exactly have as much as the peasants of Younis.”

“What do you mean?” 

“They’re lives aren’t stable they’re constantly working to meet the high taxes the king has set. And from what I’ve seen here, the peasants have enough to support their families and still have a little extra.” Penelope explained. Her gaze turned to Crow as he returned with the key. She nodded her head and moved to follow him towards the room. Hartley fell quiet for a brief moment as he thought over Penelope’s words. 

As they stepped into the room, Penelope set down the bag of supplies she carried next to the bed on the right side. The room seemed smaller than it actually was with the three beds lined up with small tables in between each of them. Hartley moved to take the middle, falling back onto the bed with a large yawn. 

“I’m so tired.” Hartley said as he shook off his boots and laid back on the bed.

“Better get to sleep then. We might not get another cart ride tomorrow.” Penelope said.

Hartley nodded his head and mumbled, “Goodnight guys.”

“Night.” Penelope said as Hartley tried to get some sleep. Penelope sat back on her bed and closed her eyes as she thought over the day and what was to come for a while, not quite ready to sleep.