Mara's camp had no inn.
Kai processed it in the first thirty seconds of arriving — there was no permanent structure except for one central tent larger than the others and a cooking area with stones arranged in a circle and fires that had been active long enough to have ash built up in layers.
Everything else was tents. Dozens of them, spread out not with the order of a map but with the order of people who have been in the same place for a while and have found what configuration works. The larger warriors' tents near the perimeter. Those who cooked near the central fire. An open space in the middle that was clearly the training area because the ground there had a different texture — more compact, more worn.
No inn.
No guild.
No Aldric with coffee.
Lira looked at the camp.
"Where do we sleep?" she said.
Mara pointed to a space on the eastern edge of the camp — between two existing tents, with enough distance from the nearest Orcs that it wouldn't be uncomfortable.
"There."
