The 'Outward Inn' was a comfortable looking place and the proprietor friendly enough; at least she met you with a smile rather than a suspicious scowl. Sarianna Vai, although now retired, was once a singer of some repute in Caliphas, and she hadn't quite fallen into the insular ways of most of the townsfolk . . and besides, a sullen attitude was hardly good for business.
The inn had ten rooms, and despite fears that the professors impending funeral would have taken every available bed, the opposite was true - not a single other soul had registered. Sarianna didn't seems at all perturbed by this fact and when she offered each of you a room at a discounted price it was clear she expected no others.
It was strange - for you had always held the professor in high regard.
The rooms themselves were not lavish but the beds were warm, clean and dry and there was access to bathing facilities and blessed hot water. The bar served food until late, and as a final delight Sarianna promised breakfast would be brought up shortly after sunrise.