With their united agreement to spend the res tof the night at the Salty Pork Inn, Druid Girl took the lead for once and guided her fellows to their destination. Since they were in the northern part of Palisade Town, it took a few minutes to walk all the way back down to the south end, but at least nothing bothersome or disruptive happened along the way, making for a nice, quiet and uneventful jaunt back to the inn.

On their way, there was a bit of chatter though. The archer offered her an apple, but seeing how the nomad's own stomach objected to this, druid girl just laughed and said that they should share it. Lizard-bro on the other hand, surprised her with his chuckle. Of course, that was followed up by one of his life-lessons... He really did seem to like spouting these tid-bits of survival tips... Perhaps he had a prominent future as a wilderness survivalist guide, or camping instructor? Regardless, while she appreciated his intention, it was more or less things she had already known and been taught about. The only reason she didn't have any edible things on her person today was because she, originally, hadn't exactly planned to go out and do hard, manual labor all day... But then again, that was probably the point of his 'you never know what could happen'-comment. But rather than try and discuss the topic, she simply sliced the apple the archer had offered, using her sickle, and gave half of it back to the charitable girl. Then ate her own half in record-time. Seriosuly, it took less than three seconds...

The sign outside the establishment was carved from wood, with an image of a pig, with a fork infront of it and a knife behind its rear. No words were carved into the sign through, probably because the picture took up most of the plague's space. The building itself was made from some darker kind of wood, roughly cut and unpainmted. The roof was a mix of wooden planks and some brick tiles and the overall structure stood only two storeys tall. The windows looked a bit grimey, but other then that, it looked as much as an inn as one could expect out here in the boonies. Druid Girl waved her companions on and led them in through the front door, which actually [i]did[/i] have some color on it, painted wholly blue for some reason.

Inside, the smell of smoke, ale and the slight hint of meats could be noticed. The place was dimly lit by candles on the wall or in small, black-iron stands. Apart from a pair of gnetlemen sleeping at the bar, mugs clenched in their sleeping hands, there really wasn't anyone around. The front desk was empty and there were nobody to greet them. Well, not at first at least. Emerging from the shadowy recesses behind the bar's counter, a portly man appeared. He wasn't what one could call outright fat, but he indeed stood to gain by losing a few pounds.

A nose like a potato, bushy eyebrows, beard and moustache, sideburns of matted brown color but otherwise bald, a dirty apron over a wool tunic and a pair of beige pants. This was the proprietor it would seem. His small eyes squinted narrowly as he looked at the arrivals who had just barged into his business at these hours. He let out a huff.

"Ain't it a bit late to be out wanderin' the streets?" He asked, voice sour and gruff. Bitter almost.
"Oh, Maestro." Druid Girl said smiling, walking over to the counter. At the sight of the druid, the man's expression softeneed - ever so slightly. "We just got back from doing some work for the guards."
"That so?" The man replied, disinterested. "Them two with you?" He asked, nodding to the lizardman and girl behind her.
"Yes, they're my companions. They helped me out a lot today." She answered.
"That so?" Again, not interested. "Rooms fifteen coppers a night. Twenty-five if you want breakfast included." The man announced, unceremoniously. 
"Uhm, you wouldn't happen to have any left over dinner from this evening, would you?" Druid Girl asked, pressing her index fingers together and looking away from the man.
"... Day-old bread and tepid ham from this evening." The man replied. "Five coppers." He declared. Apparently, even he wasn't going to charge full price for food that wasn't fresh.
"I-I'll take a loaf and a plate then!" Druid Girl stated, almost desperately. The man snatched the coins out of her hands and went back behind the counter, into a seperate room.

After a minute or so of rummaging, he returned, a weaved basket in one hand and a clay plate in the other. Setting them down ont the counter, one could see the basket had a few lengthsw of dark, tough-looking bread in it. The plate had some slices of roughly cut, grilled ham on it - though they were more akin to cold-cuts by now. Druid Girl's eyes lit up regardless though, and as soon as she sat her butt down on one of the stools, hte munching began.

"Wha'bout you two?" The man said, turning his gaze to the pair. "Want rooms? Food? Drink? Ain't got all night. Was aobut to put out the candles for tonight." He staated bluntly. Even an innkeep had to sleep after all.