A massive building to find on the hilly plains, the inn that lies before you has a hand carved sign that reads ‘Fordhouse’ in Aquilonian hanging above its doors. Its darkly stained timber walls look old but in good repair, and the few windows that do not have their wooden shutters drawn show leaden glass behind them. A sweet smelling odour is carried from the place on the curling plume of smoke rising from the brickwork chimney.
There are seven horses of various breeds tied to posts outside the building, and you can see a young man taking off their saddles and other riding gear. He throws a heavy military saddle onto a pile with a few others as you approach. He looks your way with curiosity and a touch of displeasure.
The Fordhouse is owned and operated by a large Argossean named Pertius, who has some ties to several mine owners inside the city. It is a large three-story building made of tar-sealed timber with a huge bargelike skiff floating against a wooden dock behind it. There are several covered stalls for horses or mules to be tied to the posts within, and the windows all have panes of glass keeping out the elements – an extravagance that most innkeepers cannot afford.