" Oh, Sir Merrow- Oh, my God, what's happened? You smell of smoke! You look terrible- what's happened-?"

The pretty little innkeep gasped in earnest dismay, fussing over him.

" I can't talk now," he said. " Can I get a room for two? I'll need to set off early, as well, I'll pay for a breakfast."

" Of course- Of course, Sir Merrow- here-" she hurriedly jangled up a pair of keys for him. " Do you need me to draw water for a bath? I can launder your clothes, if you need-"

" Could you draw up some warm water?" he asked, tired.

" Yes- right away!"