Inn

The coastal towns flourished even with the regular raids. Town hall was also the town shelter. They had something of a bank system going on in the underground rooms. Any coin that a town member wanted to save would go down in the storage. It would be recorded, and ten percent would be taken each time a raid happened.

A common system in the bigger coastal towns. I didn't care for any of it really. The town hall was a big target, but it was the only building with a second floor that could easily be defended. North men were violent like beasts. Never mind the fact that they were all built like short upright bears.

Swinging around axes like they weighed nothing. It was terrifying to watch, and hard to fight against. I'd broken a sword in the past when I chose to block one of those heavy axes instead of dodge. I relaxed in the saddle. Keeping my head on a swivel so I could spot danger, and react if needed.

I dropped my reigns, and held the saddle with one hand. My other hand on the hilt of my sword. Most would ignore me completely because of my worn gear. The clothing I wore was new, but of low quality so I'd be over looked rather quickly. The main problem I had with bigger towns was half the time the inn, and the tavern were two different places.

I could use a drink with Faith always questioning me. She dismounted, and tied her horse first. I climbed down, and unsaddled my horse. With how low the sun was getting I believed she'd want to stay the night. I hoisted my saddle up, and strode in after her.

She was discussing the open rooms pleasantly with the inn keeper.

"We want the rooms closest to the front doors," I cut into the conversation.

Faith looked irritated with me. I didn't care.

"I will place you as close to the doors as possible than," the innkeeper didn't seem to like the interruption either but she hid it well, "One room or two."

"I prefer two," I set my saddle on the counter, "But since I'm not paying it's up to her."