The sun was setting by the time you saw the town the map had promised you would be there. It was a good thing too, for the horse you were riding was starting to complain at your weight and your other horse was already worn down from carrying you the other half of the day. There should be a tavern in this town, the white lion, which you were referred to where you could get a hot meal and a bed. The food wasn't amazing there, but the owner had quite a few connections. Perhaps he could hook you up witg a job to refil your purse.