Flynn looked around. There was a shed out to the back of this inn, near the stables. Perhaps that would work as a hiding place. He needed to figure out who he could trust, at least until he had some money again, but right now he needed to be sure that nobody was looking for him.
He opened the shed, and stopped. There were two thugs inside.
"Who are you?" one of them asked, holding a knife up.
"Nobody," Flynn replied, trying to think of an excuse. "I was looking for the outhouse."
"Other side of the stables, smell it?"