Golden Gryphon Inn
The Golden Gryphon inn was, despite its luxurious name, nothing more than four walls and a roof. Once it might have been the pearl of the little village, but now it was nothing more than a dilapidated husk. Ezra stared at it for a long time, fearing that his life would soon end by being buried beneath a collapsed inn, rather than by the Guard-Captain's sword. He swallowed. It was still hard coming to terms with the events of the last day.
"If you stare any longer it might collapse, and then where are we going to hide?"
Ezra blinked at turned towards the source of the voice, slowly realizing that the white haired mage wasn't an hallucination.
"Wouldn't it been better to go to Rouciennes?" he asked, "It's far away and the soldiers won't find is there."
Sharian, as the mage had introduced himself, cocked his head and crossed his arms. "You think a heavly populated town is better than a dilapidated inn in the middle of nowhere?" Then he shrugged, "Then be my guest. If you want to risk you