"Then lunch it is." Loki said; someone was clearly watching the roads because as they got closer, a stable-hand came out to meet them. Dismounting, Loki moved to help Christine do the same. "We're planning to stay for a few hours before we'll leave. See to it that our ladies are fed and cared for." Speaking to the stablehand, who nodded and moved to start leading the mares away.

Loki offered his arm to Christine, as he headed for the doors. She could hear a soft din of chatter from within the building. Everything was worn, but clean and as polished as it could be as this tavern did a good business.