"Take care of the horses," he instructed two of the knights, his tone firm but not unkind. Isolde dismounted stiffly, her legs protesting after so many hours in the saddle. Lorren was already moving toward the inn, stretching as she walked. "Well," she said as they approached, "this is... cozy."
The word was laced with dry amusement. The inn was a squat, two-story building with walls thick with plaster and wood. A single lantern hung outside, its flickering light casting a warm glow over the snow-covered steps leading to the door. Elynor spoke to the inn owner ahead as the staffed eyed them wearily, "We have rooms for all of yous."
