"Yes -- it's been eight days on the road", Adrien replied. The old lady passed him a full glass of water with a little bit of ice in it; he thanked her with a nod of his head.

"My, my", the woman murmured as she stared at Adrien gulping down the water. "Are you going much further?".

He swallowed the last of the water and put the glass down on the shaggy wooden counter. "No -- no, I have almost arrived", he said.

The old lady furrowed her brow. "May I ask you where are you going?".

Adrien's eyes widened, and he pondered for a moment whether it was a good idea to reveal his destination; then he decided to speak. "Just two hills away, to --".

"To the tower?".