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I was relieved that the randy chambermaid that I kicked out of my bed went quietly, but she was red-eyed this morning and moved as though something hurt. I guess she landed hard. Some of the staff looked at me sidelong and the landlord didn't have such a friendly smile. The ostler winked at me.

Yeah, ostler - that's what they call a kind of garage-hand for horses. There was a suggestion that I ride! I've seen the beasts before, but they're huge. I'll bet the Hobbits can't ride them. The Greckle argued, but the guy said that there were only a few ponies in the place at the best of times, and they'd been hired by a party that went through earlier. I don't want to ride an animal while I'm in armor anyway. I don't want to walk in it, either.

They gave Marty some odd looks, too. The landlord was glaring at him, but the groom that winked at me had a strange attitude when he went over to bargain, I can't describe it. I wonder if they think we're a gay pair.

I'm hoping we'll get a lift on another cart.