Eisen pulled his horse up in front of the Edgewood, a small Inn in the center of a small village settlement just outside of the Connor lands. He slid off, and reached up to help the small woman down. Having her small hands around him for the last two hours, with her soft chest frequently brushing up against his back had made him painfully aware of her, and his face was already red as he clasped her waist and set her gently on her feet. She had said nothing, the entire journey, and she said nothing now as she smoothed down her skirts and looked at the stone building. She looked up and down the narrow street, at the few merchants buildings and a handful of run-down dilapidated houses, just before the road curved away and out of sight into the dark forest to the north.
“This is Edgew
