"A few hundred people, no more. And the population fluctuates with the season: wool industry. In summer, lots of people are out with their flock. They come back in the winter as well as tradesmen to work the wool in the winter months. Might be bustling at the moment, we'll see--" He turns to see her doing some kind of contortion atop his bedroll. The purpose becomes clear to his keen ears, however, when she twists to the other side and he hears something pop or crunch.

"Good thing you'll have a mattress tonight." He teases, offering her more of yesterday's dried fruit and jerky, as well as a rind of cheese.