Finrod quickly snaps to attention when he spots Lyra enter the Inn, a bright smile spreading across his face. "Lyra!" he exclaimed with genuine excitement in his voice, rising from his seat to greet her. "Hopefully you found everything okay?"

Lyra returns his smile with one of her own, her eyes alight with adventure. The lively atmosphere of the Inn surrounds them, the faint strains of music from a nearby lute adding to the ambiance. "I grabbed us some fresh fruit and vegetables, figured we can hunt or fish for meat along the way!"

Settling back into his seat, Finrod gestures towards the map he had spread out on the bar. "So from what I can think of, we have two options for today." He traces a route on the map with his finger, indicating their potential paths. "Ideally, I'd like to head to the Old Hroldan Inn, but it's quite a distance. We'd need to maintain a steady pace with no interruptions to make it there before nightfall."

He pauses, considering their options before continuing, "If we can't make it, there's an old hunting cabin south of the four-way split near Falkreath. It's not too far off our current path, and it'll offer us a safe place indoors for the night." Finrod points out both destinations on the map, allowing Lyra to examine them closely. "What do you think, Lyra?"

As he waits for Lyra's response, Finrod finishes the last of his mead, the warmth spreading through him. Yet, amidst the lively chatter of the Inn, he can't shake the feeling of a presence lingering in the corner. The old lady, still seemingly asleep, captures his attention once more. It's as though her presence is trying to convey something to him, though he brushes off the notion, attributing it to his own overactive imagination.

With a mental shake, he refocuses on Lyra, eager to hear her thoughts on their next move. The anticipation of their journey ahead fuels his excitement, knowing that whatever path they choose, it will be another chapter in their shared adventure.