It was a bit of a dingy place, but Fiona hardly cared, as the presence of decent drink was enough to drown out any misgivings she had. She took a seat in front of the bar and ordered herself an ale as well, taking a long drink as soon as she had it in her hands. The village seemed none too friendly to them, but at least they were willing to serve them something.

Zoe chose not to partake in the drinking, instead sitting crosslegged against the wall outside, her horse lazily grazing on whatever she could find nearby. Her spear was horizontal across her lap, and Zoe's posture was highly relaxed, though not drowsy or sleepy. She watched with interest the houses around, with their closed doors and utter lack of visible people. The lack of much activity this time of day was intriguing.