"The barley fields to the west." Sir Shane murmured to himself before looking back at the Huntress and bowing his head. "You have my thanks for your assistance and my apologies for any bother I have caused you. I will trouble you no further. Be well." With that said, Sir Shane turned away, lifted his head, and donned his helmet as he made to exit the inn with the intention of mounting up and riding for the western barley fields.