Gustavs' brow lifted as the woman cough, and with a silent nod he lead the way past the busy street to the brightly lit in. He rested his free hand flat on the oaken door and gave it a push. 

Soon they were both engulfed in light as well as drowned in the smell of a sweet ale and savory dish being cooked. Gustavs' stomach roared at him.

"Easy," he said wittingly to his stomach as he stepped forward on the creaky floorboards.

The front lobby was filled with candles to light up bright tapestries weilding the eagle of the imperium. A stout, jolly looking man stood behind a glossed wooden counter and a few grizzly looking patrons sat with their heads in their arms and a mug in their grasp. 

The pungent auromas persuaded Gustavs steps towards the keeper, "two rooms please, and perhaps some of what is making that glorious smell," Gustav said with a polite smile, sliding some coin to the man, who nodded silently.

"Something warm for the lady?" The man askedas he saw Katya shriveled on Gustavs arm.
"Tea."