[Mattius]

Mattius looked around the inn; The Salty Tear the sign had read outside before he hustled himself in. A few lanterns hung about the smoky oak room. There were three stools free near to where the two women sat. One of them turned around and Radagast smiled at her, perhaps thinking of the future. The woman frowned and turned back to her companion. The barman walked over to them whilst half cleaning an empty glass.

"What will it be?" He asked.

"Do you have any spare rooms?" Replied Endereth from under her hood.

The barman eyed all three of them slowly up and down. For the most part Endereth's face was hidden from view, Mattius' blond spikes of hair flopped down half over his eyes but he did not hide his face. He had learnt the ways of men and could be mistaken for one. The barman looked at Radagast the longest, who eventually said,

"Well?"

"Yes," the barman finally spoke before beginning to clean his glass again; "a room for three will cost you one piece of silver a night."

He expected the three of them to complain about the price, it was extortionate to say the least but Mattius reached into his inside cloak pocket and tossed him a gold coin.

"Take it out of this and also fetch us three ales and whatever those two want as well," he said pointing to Ajada and Avery who had been (poorly) pretending not to eavesdrop on the three immortals. Enderth gave Mattius a frown. "Perhaps they will know something about the going ons here," he said to her. Radagast grinned widely as the pints arrived and began to sip his down.