Some called the place quaint, and others called it respectable. It was a travelers' inn, located conveniently just a little ways off from the Kingsroad. It was the sort of place that brimmed with guests near holidays, and was still not quite empty at other times of the year. To be honest, it did not attract much attention except from travelers with family and with money: those whose first priority was safety from the relative mayhem of barfights (they happened, but Uriana and Jacob both were quick on the foot and strong-armed) and bandits. Conversely, it did seem to attract attention from those who were tempted by treasures: its lodgings were comfortable; its prices too high for the poorest travelers. But they knew the signs, and could oust them with little trouble. There was a reason there was a good reputation to be found here.
The sign by the road bore no words, though both Jacob and Uriana could read at some level. It was quite clear what it represented, though: a round green apple that was engulfed by fine gold leaf. Word had traveled recently that they were offering discounts to chosen that bore news of the coming war, and to chosen who planned to take advantage of the projected training programs. But it was not that fact that attracted visitors: more common was the knowledge that two guardians had been spotted often in the ale room, white-coated beauties with striking red lines along their pelts. They were silent creatures, generally, occasionally stopping to allow their noses to be petted.
Eyes and ears, some called the pair. Uriana knew better. Salvo was simply biding his time, and Fleet - well, she was just quiet around strangers. It was true, though, that they helped make the place safe. They had selected their chosen because they'd liked their shared goals.
She waved to Jacob behind the bar and grabbed a well-aged oak tray, ready to greet the next guest personally.
