The inn was dingy and dark but the owner was nice and happy to prepare a meal for them while her young son tended to their horses. One of the men insisted on remaining with the carriage while they were inside so the others sat on each side of Delaney like guards even though there were no other customers.
The men ate the stew they'd been served but Delaney mostly pushed hers around. She didn't feel much like eating. Not without her husband or her friends. Of course, she didn't feel like going home and being around anyone either. Not yet.
Once they'd finished she thanked the Innkeeper and went on their way.
"Are... are we going to continue on my Lady?" the driver asked once they were back outside, "It's getting rather late. It might be time for us to head back."
