Clarissa glanced nervously at the man slamming himself into a wall, and hurried through into the warmth of the Inn. It was fairly quiet as far as Inn's go; a few patrons were scattered around the Inn's many tables sparingly, but there was a lack of the usual hubbub that accompanies one too many pints and good company. She hurried through to the bar at the back of the room, avoiding the curious glances of those wondering what a filthy girl was doing in a respectable Inn, and sat on one of the nondescript bar stools surrounding the serving area. "How much for a room? I'm only hoping to stay for one night." Clarissa said nervously to the nearest member of the staff, glancing furtively down at the red-wood bar and flicking her hair in a rather horse-like manner.