"… Master… master," Izlandi was calling out to Lirian, with a tinge of concern entering her voice.
All she had done was ask him a question, but he suddenly went still and after several minutes not only did he not answer but he also stood completely still in the middle of the road.
Lirian snapped his head to the side suddenly, "Sorry about that," he muttered, but his mind didn't seem to be there, "Lets go and check into an inn for the night," Lirian muttered while shaking his head.
"Alright," Izlandi nodded and looked around at the various signs on the building, the village of Sove had over a dozen inns.
As the last village directly between two cities it was a must stop location for any traveller, and most merchants and caravans were bound to stop here.
Thus, there was a large demand for inns in the village, Izlandi moved past the shabbier looking inn's and made her way into the heart of the village where the better looking inns stood.
