[Quentin's eyebrows go up at that, and he gets a doubtful kind of look on his face before he bends down to scoop up the garbage again.]

Sure. That's-- yeah, that's just fine. You're not a kid. [She certainly doesn't look like one. Young yes, but there's nothing childlike about her carefully painted face and her big eyes. Her arrows all land dead center and that takes skill, or magic. Quentin shrugs and, arms loaded, nods towards the hallway leading out of the target range.]

Most people are staying at the Invincible. It's the, uh, the hotel in town. Just by the big fire. But it's-- I don't think it's in good shape right now. There are cabins, if you go left by the river? But you really shouldn't be alone. You should try asking at the Inn and see if they have a room.