Pacer’s long ears seem to perk up more than they already were, and his nose twitches as he listens to Cadmus’s request. He speaks frantically, “Fivepeopleyousay?! Five?! Withfivehorsestoshedaswell?! Goodnessmeohmythat’salot!” He then looks at the ceiling and mumbles calculations under his breath in just as rapid of a speed. Cadmus can see Pacer’s fingers twitch as though his hands were helping with the calculations as the mumbling continues.

When he finishes said calculations, he speaks rapidly again, “I’llhavetoprovidetworoomstoroomfivebutitispossible! Roomingshedforthehorsesandmealswillcostaboutonegoldandfivesilverpiecesintotal!”

Elena blinks in surprise and she comments, “One gold and five silver for accommodations? That’s quite generous!”

Pacer waves at her comment dismissively, “Icanassureyouit’sonlyfairmadame! Weofferrespitetoalltravelersandbesidesit’snotlikeroyaltywillbegracingourhumbleabodewiththeirpresenceanytimesoon. Butpleasespeakupdowehaveanaccordonthelodgings?”