Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191209000634/@comment-25828117-20191210170654

As they approached it looked like a quaint little inn alright. In the facade, next to the diamond shaped stained glass windows and thin looking door, there was also a little tunnel that led out to a small yard behind the inn where the stables were, keeping the row house aesthetic but allowing visitors access to a place to keep their mounts away from the main road.

Helian whistled and Dancer landed on the ridge of the roof, his little head poking out to look down at his master. Helian thought that perhaps the steep rooftop was a good enough resting place for the beast this night. Safe and out of sight.

The tunnel forced them to go through single-file. The hoofs of the horses reverberated on the cobblestone as they went. The inside of the tunnel was plastered with, both old and new. The most recent ones seemed to be from whatever that group of zealots was called. Skillfully placed on top of old ones that promoted the arena or some such hedonism. Instead they minded people of following the edicts of Akatosh.

On the other end at the stables which was boxed in by the five story houses with little sunlight reaching it there was no stablehand.

Nemicus nearly caused Odvica to squeeze Clodagh's leg between her and Baldr's mount due to how cramped the environment was for the lot of them.

Lysilde dismounted and hitched Morin to a post under the thatched roof in the corner of the city stable.

"I will see if there is anyone who can help us."