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"I would prefer my own accommodations," Anyel says. Preferably in the water, or at least on the shore. On the other hand, he wouldn't say no to dinner. He doesn't move away yet.

Anyel does like food. But still: "I am in need of some...particular accommodations, which I could not ask of our hosts." Also, they probably didn't allow snakes.

Kite laughs. "Only with those who wish to help a man of the church. But I'm sure the people of this village will do everything they can for us."

Kite smiles, "I'm sure they will provide us with a good meal as well."

Kite leads them into the tiny village. There are no inns or taverns here, only a cluster of houses surrounded by small farms. Kite surveys the houses before choosing one to climb the stairs and know on the door. There is a crash from without and a bit of scuffling before the door opens. The man that peers out at them through half-lidded eyes is sleep-ruffled, from his tousled hair to his rumpled shirt, but his mustache is nonetheless impressive. "Yes?" he mumbles.

"I apologize for disturbing you so late," Kite says, "but we've only just arrived. I am Kite. The bishop of Caspirio sent me. And these are my companions, Bel and Anyel."

"Why, thank you," he says, twisting a finger through his mustache and looking quite pleased with himself. "I am Trone, the mayor here. I can't thank you enough for coming to our aid. But you must be tired and hungry at this time of night. Please, come in. We'll fix you a meal and some beds." He steps aside for them to come in.

The mayor introduces them to his wife, a plump young woman. Then he shows them the parlor, where he offers them drinks while his wife hurried their few servants into the kitchen.

Kite accepts the offer of a drink as well. The mayor gets them both their drinks and makes amiable small talk. Finally his wife enters with a curtsy to tell them of dinner's readiness. The mayor leads them into small, but richly decorated dining room where he tells them to sit and eat their fill.