The driver up front called out something to the horses, and the carriage began to slow. Rizx's ear flexed, but she stayed in her seated position, a small spot she'd made between the bags and chests. Maybe someone was trying to rob the coach?

Instinctively, she reached for the leather thong around her neck, revealing the obsidian amulet, and the small brass ring looped into the cord.

"Let's 'ope 'e's not found us, eh Mister Wolf?" the goblin whispers, but the amulet made no sound.

After a moment, the coach came to a stop, and she could hear the driver muttering to the person still inside, then felt as the coach swayed as they got off.

Moments later, the leather awning that covered the rear boot was unstrapped and flung to one side, leaving her blinking in the light of a lantern. The driver coughed, then spat to his left - a wad of trail dust and mucus.

"We're here," the driver managed, "Ya need help?"
"Oh, all that I can get," Rizx wheezes, holding out her small hand that was instantly devoured by the driver's huge human hand as he pulled her out. 

It had been a long, uncomfortable ride for her in the back, but she didn't want to sit with the others - if anything, she had the more comfortable seat, and didn't have to endure the other passengers' stench.

"So 'ow long is this stop?" she asked, glancing around as she tried to stretch her sore muscles.
"Mornin'," the driver said, lowering her to the ground. "Need my ale, dinner, and beauty sleep."

Rizx glanced sharply at the driver's face, clearing waiting for the usual response, and nodded. "Ale, dinner and beauty sleep it is. Let's hope I don't get chucked out to the stables, you snore too much."

The driver walked in first, then she followed with her rescued carpet bag and a pack of her few possessions. 

"Is there a room available?" she asked, glancing about for whoever was in charge. Nobody argued with the wizard, but she didn't have him anymore. Was civility a lost cause?