" rushing in from the north. That usually meant a sea storm. The Pilgrim Inn bustled with stain-splotched travelers and weary helpers. She looked for any indication that something was wrong. Siler was talking to some guests, but waved to her. The children were playing at the main table with the guests, one of which was an older woman who fawned over them. Lia approached Siler. “Is anything wrong?” she asked him. "

― Jeff Wheeler , The Blight of Muirwood (Legends of Muirwood, #2)