"Well..." the Sea-mortan said with a fatherly look. "where I grew up a man gave his bride a knife and was married and in another place, a girl gives the groom a scar. where are you staying for the night?"
"We're headed to Capelna." Moiriane answered quickly. "there's a silk distributor with a unpaid bill we should collect."
"You'll never make it there before nightfall." The elder mortan said. "come to my place for the night. it's just off the road and I haven't anything else to do."
"Thank you kindly sir." To'mec accepted gratfully. "but we would wish to know the name of our host."