Arriving at Sparren Marsh

This town is much smaller than I'd imagined.  The marshland to the south and west provides a unique aroma to the place too, a smell we didn't pick up until we began our approach to the town and the wind changed from the north-east and moved round to the south.  I'm not a fan of this smell.  The town is set on the edge of the marsh; to the north we could see the farmland rolling off into the distance, but the south a haze hung over the marshland.

As we entered the town, the entrance was guarded, as always, but the Kings Guardsmen, but we were spared any special attention as we rolled into town.  As we'd brought a mule, we'd ended up travelling with the traders who had carts - and our arrival at dusk was at the same time as them, and we lost ourselves among the carts.

As we passed into the town, we went past Langhan's Fry and Grill, which had been recommended to us - so we can pop into there for breakfast tomorrow.  We've stopped off at another large trader's stopover called Marcy's Inn.  Elenhugh has hired us another suite of rooms, and he's booked us in for a couple of nights.  We don't intend to stay in this reek for very long, but Barr has some people that he needs to see.