The now familiar signage of The Boar's Feast hangs just a short distance from where Roland pulls the wagon up to. The busy roads of Carleon don't really leave much room for wagons or carriages to park, but there is a small alcove next to the inn that can fit our wagon and horses.
I'm pretty sure there's a stable belonging to the Boar's Feast somewhere around here, too, but I can't remember where it is right now. Lucas no doubt knows, however.
I lift May up onto my hip and climb out of the wagon with her. Her eyes sparkle as she recognizes the familiar inn, and she squirms in my arms.
"Oi." I scold her gently. "You know the rules. In cities you have to hold someone's hand or be carried unless we're inside, right?"
Her mouth draws down in a pout as she processes this.
I kiss her forehead to soothe her disappointment. "Come. Katheryne will be happy to see you."
This cheers the young girl up and she beams. "Yes! See! Katheryne! Now!" She demands, as if we can manage that instantly.
