Gengyo made a great effort, slowing counting out 50 silver, as if each coin pained him. He could easily have presented him with a single gold coin to save the trouble, but it did not do to flaunt your wealth, especially in unfamiliar territory.
The stable guard looked at him condescendingly, as if criticising him for being so poor.
But Gengyo continued with the act, and presented him with the coin, before handing him the reins of his horse, and Kitajo did the same.
"Quite the price."
Kitajo commented quietly, as they walked towards the entrance of the inn.
"It is indeed."
Came the response, as they passed through the small entrance.
It was a quiet place, or at least it was, for about ten seconds. A woman stood behind a counter, ready to welcome them with a deep bow.
"Welcome to Menryo inn, sirs. Can I interest you in a room, or some drink?"
