The guard sets his square jaw to the side and peers at Sael for a moment thoughtfully. He shrugs and smiles. "Passing through? On your way to the mines then? Good enough. I hear the Riverman lets Monks ride free as far as the foothills."

To Sael's question he offers another moment's thought. "You'll find eateries a-plenty here, Master. More than you'll need, I'd think. Most of them with nothing but swill I wouldn't touch were I on my last legs. But you'll find Skelaar's on the edge of the Western Quarter. Not great but safe enough. The Ir'n Boat's a but further in, like. Quiet. Aldre the proprietor doesn't put up with much." He shrugs again and spreads one hand in a what-can-you-do gesture. The other hand never leaves the hilt of his sword. "But Orlandaar's a rough-as-you-like-it place these days. And you take your chances wherever you sit."