The party walks into the inn, which is a two story affair made out of huge bricks of some kind of stone you don't recognize. It's blessedly cool inside which is a bit of a surprise. You notice the cold air appears to be coming from somewhere upstairs.
The lady of the house dressed in an immaculate lavender Sari bids you welcome, "Yātrī! Ā'ō aura mērē cūl'hā para svāgata kiyā hai, tō āpa khānē kē li'ē samaya basa mēṁ kara rahē haiṁ!"
Dinner proves to consist of rice, very tender mystery meat in a dark brown fiery sauce, with hints of lime and ginger. There are several smaller pots of various vegetable stews along with something that looks turns out to be sweetened yogurt spiced with something you don't recognize. It counterbalances the fiery main in a pleasing way. To mop the whole feat up are copious flat breads.
There are a few other people in the inn, a couple of well at heel merchants, a small group of soldiers who keep to themselves and the blacksmith.
Later when Alwyn preforms his rendition of the parade of souls, there is a standing ovation. Simrita smiles at Alywn, pleased to have such refined guests.