"We could stay at this inn," he joked at her, "All the drunken men would be thrilled to hear you sing." She clenched her jaw, "I'm not going in there." He chuckled. "Ah, alrighty, fine, but where do you suggest?" "There was a good tree about a quarter mile south." "That's not what we were planning. We need to find an inn, so we blend in. If they see two kids walking in to town at morning and leaving at night, they're gonna suspect something." "Okay, fiiiine. Let's keep looking."