"We can stop here in Hasta, a small logging village," Otonia said.
The small town was ahead, bustling with activity. After three days of almost non-stop traveling, this was a welcome stop. The four of us were merely more travelers passing through. Slaves were coming here, and we would not stand out. Our horses were tired, so we had to stop for longer than a day. These stallions are bred for this type of travel, but if we pushed anymore, they would die. The sole Inn in town looked busy. It was also the sole Tavern in town, making it the small village's watering hole.
"Looks like we're staying here for the night," Ellisif stated.
Eudora and Ellisif went inside the Inn to get us a few rooms.
"It's better than nothing and sleeping in the sticks," I countered.
"What does 'Sticks' mean?" Otonia asked.
She'd been mainly quiet the most of the trip. She was only speaking when spoken to. 'I guess she was still getting used to her new role.'
