A winged white horse swooped under the clouds, narrowly missing the roof of the inn. It stepped lightly onto the ground in front of the building, and a weary traveler dismounted. "Stay near," she said in a husky voice, then entered the inn and sat at a table. The woman smelled ham and eggs. Perhaps she would have some of the former, but she had not eaten an egg since the roc incident. A pint of mead would do her some good as well.