Tabard Inn
Morning of Day 11
April 6

I awoke feeling refreshed. After I finished stowing the rest of my affects away, I promptly decided to survey the Inn. The Host, a very kind and warmhearted man, appeared in the foyer and called the other visitors to breakfast. There were a number of people from many different lands. I took my seat at the more distinguished looking side of the dinning room. The host then placed our meals before us. This would be my first real fine meal since I left my home—fine breads and figs, and many merry conversations. The woman next to me invoked conversation.