"Welcome to the grove, sister," the man calls, softly, as she enters, plucking free a small flower from his herb garden. "How fares the journey? And, please, make yourself at home, here."
"Room's on the house," he says. "Captain sent word ahead. If you're good on your word, you'll be able to stay whenever ya like... these bandits have been terrible for business. We'll have those dinners right out for you, fresh mutton stew, and a good rye bread, from the Sanderson's harvest."