Dyla frowned. The Blackwood had not been as fun as in her daydreams. She didn't think it would be easy, but her imaginings had always been about fighting monsters, or unearthing lost treasure. Instead, the big problem of the Blackwood had been finding stuff to eat. She missed pumpkin pie.
She was hoping the inn would be a welcome change, and now the first lady they met was telling them there was no room! But an inn was the place where she could find leads on treasure. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more Dyla was certain her entire adventure
depended on getting into that inn.
Or maybe she just didn't want to sleep in a barn.
"Are you sure there's no room in the inn?" Dyla looked up at the pretty woman with the broom. "I don't take up much space, you know." Remembering Arden, and feeling a bit foolish, she added: "My bigger friend might, but he won't be any trouble. He's gentle. And," smirking now, "I'd bet he'd buy a lot of the ale!"
She wasn't even sure how true that was, but if she was lying, isn't it for a good cause?