The stable was old, run down and obviously hadn't been used in days. If there was one up side, it was that it wasn't exactly dirty nor did it smell. Instead, the hay looked fresh if not a few days old while there wasn't any noticeable signs of dirt or filth anywhere. Considering the circumstances, Laz had to admit there would be worse places for him to have been stuck.
As for the men with him, they all took too a few stalls, threw a few of the saddle blankets on the hay and laid down, oblivious to the world around them and decided to sleep, leaving Laz to head upstairs by himself. Just before he put a foot on the old, rickety stairs, he turned to the men who he could no longer see and said,
