After meeting with Gerwolf, I made my way to the Prancing Pony Inn, planning to spend one last night in comfort before returning to Thorins Halls. I pulled open the tavern door, instantly struck by the smell of ale and burning pipe-weed, pushing my way through the crowds to the bar. I was about to signal to the bartender so I could rent a room when I looked to my right and saw something that made my blood boil.
Milada stood there, draining the bottom of her tankard.
Milada, who had allied herself with Hughes.
