[ He doesn't like the way the proprietress looks at them, and especially not the way she looks at Iorveth. It takes everything in him not to scowl and say none of your business, and by the way, that shade of lipstick looks ghastly on you — they need a place to stay, after all, and it would be best not to start trouble right before the sun rises. ]

We aren't from around here, [ he's quick to say, as if that might ward off any suspicion. ] Never even been to this part of the continent, actually! We're Cormyrean, if you must know.

[ The woman raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised that someone who claims to be from the heartlands of the continent has travelled all this way. He ignores it, smiling pleasantly. ]

We're on our way to visit family in the Dales. Isn't that right, darling?