"No, towns are safe zones. Combat can only be initiated with hostile NPC's. But I don't know about sleeping," Blaine said, stopping at the porch of the tavern. The building looked like something out of a book on the Vikings, it's entire body being a flipped warship that was converted into a tavern. "We'll stop here and figure things out," He said, still looking at the tavern. He pulled his hood down, sheathed his bow and walked up to the door.
Attached to the wall was a sign, reading The Four Swords. He pulled the door open, letting out a gust off warm air and noise. Walking in, Blaine found a table nearby and immediately sat down, opening his menu.