In the morning, Moist takes his time getting up as he considers what's ahead. He moves quietly as to not wake up Urquhart and starts the coffee as he puts his suit together ( Read more... )

The innkeeper nods as he pushes the boys out with a smile and a greedy look at that silver and silk, "Just find me if you need anything gentlemen."

Moist shuts the door behind the innkeeper and laughs, its light and silly if anyone's listening as he says, "Oh darling, this is just what I wanted."

Moist is getting dress in his three-piece suit, he had to rumple it slightly after it was laundered to give it the right look.

His door does open to his room but he doesn't want to take any chances.

He's got his box open while he buttons up his shirt and is picking out things to bring with him.

Moist has been enjoying Sto Kerrig, its a prosperous little city with its own ways and people who consider themselves good judges of character ( Read more... )

Through the door a cluster of farmers are arguing and waiting for Moist to emerge.

One of them calls out, "We've got you now, Watson!"

Moist gestures to the left and the large stable of the inn.