Freya was in luck as she didn't want to attract any attention to herself.
Normally as she passed the villages in her free shirt and trousers which clung to her skin, revealing the shape and curve of her body.
Men usually couldn't get satisfied with one look but this time she had thought well to wear a loose garment and cover her hair well enough.
Freya strode into the inn, the inn was quite spacious on the interior, Freya cast a quick glance around the inn, there were a few people in different corners chatting and drinking.
There was a sparsely large space in the centre of the inn;
Freya surmised that it was probably where girls danced.
As she walked to the table at the reception she could hear loud voices coming from one corner of the inn, stealing a quick glance she saw a few old men, one of them with a shaggy face and a scraggly beard sat with the west window behind him, the rest of the men, some young some old leaned toward him trying to catch every word he said.
At some point, they jumped from their seats and cheered urging him to go on.
Freya was just as uninterested in them as they were in her, as she got to the reception; another loud cheer erupted from their table.
"A room please" Freya said to the middle aged potbellied man behind the counter.
"A room, one silver coin" he returned while adjusting his glasses and scratching his chin simultaneously.
Freya could tell he wasn't being fair but she was in no mood to haggle and moreover, this man didn't look like someone she should argue with, his pudgy rat face told her a lot about his greediness 'and let's not get started on the stomach that looked like it harboured a baby'.
Arguing with him would most certainly draw attention and that was the last thing she needed right now.
She dipped her hand into her purse and dug out a silver coin, the council was funding her expenses even if she had to spend it on this greedy fatso in her front she didn't actually mind.
"Here" she placed it on the counter and slid it towards him.
He did the same with an old rusty iron key
"Room24, go up and follow the corridor on your left". Freya grabbed the key and immediately began walking; she climbed the stairs and looked down the left corridor. The corridor was almost dark, save for two lamps hanging on the wall.
She could see a tag with the number twelve written on it above the first door; she could barely make out the rest of the numbers so she just counted till she got to the door she felt was twenty four.
She tried the door with the key and it swung open inwards.
Freya breathed a sigh of relief and entered the room at once, shutting the door behind her; she walked straight to the window and threw it open.
At least the pudgy man had thought well enough to give her a nice room, the view was great, from the window where she stood, and she could see a large part of the villages and some open windows in several houses below.
There was a bed and chair in one corner, the bathroom was behind a curtain on the other side of the room. What more could she ask for, for what was a temporary stay.
Freya looked out the window once more to make sure there was no house overlooking her window.
She moved away from the window and took off her shawl, shaking her hair loose to allow the air to wash over her thick mass of hair.
She stripped her clothing down to her underwear and allowed the breeze to caress her skin.
She walked to the bathroom and ran the warm water, then she soaked herself, she thoroughly washed the dust and grime off her skin and allowed the warm water to run over her naked body for a little while before leaving the bath.
She dried her body and threw a satin dress over her head without bothering to wear any underwear, then she flopped on the bed, she dug into her bag and came up with a piece of bread she had stored and a bottle of water.
It gladdened her heart that she didn't have to go down and buy dinner she wasn't to put on clothes again and walk into the midst of the men downstairs.
It was late in the morning when Freya woke up, she hadn't gotten enough sleep in a few days and she wasn't in a hurry,
she lay lazily in bed staring at the ceiling for most of the day, was just past noon when she began to prepare to go out into the village, she slipped into slightly better clothes, not forgetting to cover her hair before stepping into public view.
The inn below was nearly empty, it looked like everyone was still about their daily activities, she went to a quiet corner and sat, after staring at the table for a while, she called the waiter to get her some food.
Freya spent almost an hour picking at her food while waiting for the time to go past a little and also strategizing for the mission ahead.
When she was finally done with the food which took a whole lot longer than she had even expected, she stood up and adjusted the shawl over her head and then went out into the streets.
She was glad to see that she blended in just perfectly, the people on the streets were dressed just as she or in some cases, slightly better.
Putting some distance between herself and the inn she began to travel west.
For some strange reason, Freya found herself worrying about how well Jake and Anna were doing in their archery practice, she thought they looked perfect together but sincerely hoped that they had perfected what she was trying to teach them.