"No plan yet, I don't think. Probably decide later on at an inn here," Aera says, then lets out an amused chirp, "Seems the landlings will require rest before we move on."
"Food, yes," says Baraq, now aware of all the flight she's put in since the morning. From her vantage point, she tries to locate what passes for an inn.
In the far northeast corner, right against the 'fortifications' is the Blinking Dragon. A two story building with a high peaked roof. The upper floor has balconies off what must be rooms. They appear to allow guests to get a view of the bustling marketplace. The trampled down patch of earth in front of the inn boasts a few crossbars where you could tie off horses and the like.
Catriona had meant to join the others in Feck's hut to hear what the old man had to say but she had been distracted by a squirrel darting about the yard among some chickens. As the others emerge Catriona is on all fours trying to coax the squirrel out from under a hedge. She rises when she sees the others.
"You're a cute little fellow, aren't you?" Catriona giggles, tickling the squirrel under the chin. "If I can't have a pet wolf, maybe I can keep you. Oh dear, I hope the birdfolk don't eat you!"