The common market begins right across the intersection from the Inn where Cain is staying, and the morning crowd is already getting noisy by the time he finishes eating.
"Madam, we will need another week in your lovely rooms. " Cain greets the innkeeper when she comes out from the kitchen to take a break, lighting some sort of herbal cigarette the moment she is behind the desk.
"Hear that you ruffians? That's what a man with manners sounds like. Of course, I can reserve the rooms for another week for you, darling. One gold a night for both rooms with two meals a day if you're paying by the week." Cain turns over the coins while the breakfast crowd taunts each other about who the real ruffians here are.
The first thing they see when the companions follow Cain outside is the tea vendors. They have the prime location, a corner spot at the entrance to the market only feet from their hotel room. No wonder they recommended this place.
