[Shenandoah]

Michael had, by that point, guided them to an inn. He opened the door, knowing it looked only slightly odd as usually the player would reach out and touch it to swing it open.

Once open, he entered it and Mazin maneuvered himself behind Calonia to keep her going the right direction and bring up the rear. Michael looked at the barkeeper, the 'owner' of the inn, and considered the situation. He looked around and noticed only one other person in the room and that person happened to be leaving.

The door shut with a squeaking sound and Michael smiled. "Perfect. Let's go upstairs. We can hide here today, figure some of this out." The barkeeper did not move as Michael stepped over the cord that blocked the way to the upper floors. The upper floors could only be accessed by buying a room, but this was further proof they were outside the rules. Healing points were quicker to deal with. The inns weren't as commonly used after they added the healing points even though they were far cheaper. After all, the points took no time to leave. The inn put you out of commission for anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour. No one wanted to deal with that.

So that meant free reign of the upper floor. He went up the stairs, leaving Mazin to help Calonia maneuver her way around, to scope the upper floors. He chose a room facing the street and marveled at the fact that he could see through the panes of glass to the street below. Before, it was a static image painted on the wall and there were usually no people in it. Michael had to admit... this was fascinating.

Down below, Calonia's side was abandoned briefly in the search for food. Everything on the inn's shelves were suddenly real and Mazin grabbed a sack to stuff a decent amount in. A couple of loaves of bread (carefully placed on top), a large chunk of roasted meat from the fire, half a round of cheese, and a half dozen apples were accosted as were a couple of small kegs he had no idea actually contained ale. For good measure, he popped a few wooden cups into the bag as well. "Food!" he chirped cheerfully, not having stuck the meat in the sack but rather finding a large plate to carry some on. "Let's go upstairs now!"

Unfortunately, he realized upon lifting the bag, he was a touch overzealous with the food and that bag was heavy. Luckily, though, it wasn't too heavy and he was capable of balancing it and the plate of meat after a moment.