"Oh. Did you sleep okay in the chair?"

"Well enough, I guess. I was very tired."

"We don't have a bed spare, we wound up making Haroly early and Janta's still alive."

Right, that's the kind of thing that would make sense. "I understand. I probably want to go on, anyway, I was trying to reach Windtower."

"Oh, you're nearly there, you can get there by the time you want lunch if a magic horse is like a normal one. Do you want breakfast? I can get you something nice if you'll mend things, otherwise it's just bread and berries but the berries're real fresh."

"I would be happy to mend things in exchange for breakfast."

Things to mend are various clothes and shoes and an axe and a chipped mug and a ripped book. Breakfast is bread and yogurt and berries and eggs fried with mushrooms and assorted vegetables and a couple little fish, smoked and dried.

Her appetite is a bit off right now, but she tries to eat everything, she doesn't know when she'll eat next. She mends their clothes and shoes and axe and mug and book, which takes about an hour in total, by which time Tongues has worn off. She tries to mime 'grateful' and then head out.

The farmers bid her a cheery goodbye! Presumably!

It's not raining now but there are some clouds she can see high in the sky, obscuring a sun, that might be descending.

She should not hate this place. This place is good. It is better than Cheliax, which has no choice but to make people the old-fashioned way. Yes, this place has no reason at all to keep people alive if they're useless, since there's no cost at all to replacing them with better ones, but that is good. The important thing is that the world can be fixed, can be filled with people who don't have anything wrong with them and don't need to be dismantled into pieces once they're dead. 

It sucks for the people who are not like that, but - Asmodeus takes everyone. Even the most worthless ones, even if the reason why is not very clear to her and even if the usable pieces of you are very small, if you're very useless. Asmodeus will want her even if he has a billion better things. Especially if she gets him them that's not how it works. There's no reward except that billions of people who are already right and don't need fixing will exist. Which is enough. 

She makes her horse and rides for the city.

Windtower fades into view as the farms get denser and eventually turn into town. There are towers, of a sort, just three and four stories tall, dominated by broad staircases up and down which people carry crates of things to the floating sailboat-things. The sailboat-things are fully enclosed capsules with sails sticking out all over them.

Huh.

She has one more Tongues. She is not sure if these people use money.

Is there anything that looks like it might be an inn?

There are buildings of about the right size and composition and stable-having-ness to be inns, several of them.

She will cast Tongues and go up to one of them. "Hi. I am looking for a place to stay for a couple of days. I don't have money but I can do smokeless indoor lights -" a dancing light, this time moving with her hand so it looks like something she's holding - "and I can do carpentry and mending and things."

"How d'you that?" asks the innkeeper, watching the light with her head swiveling left and right.

"It's magic. Most people can't do it but my maker could and I can."

"How come I never heard of it?"

"I'm from pretty far away."

"What sail'd you come in on?"

"I didn't. I used magic."

"What brings you to Snakeseye?"

"I'm exploring the world. Only I got robbed on the side of the road, a day ago, so -" Empty hands, shrug.

"Hunh. Well, you can mend some sheets and blankets and I can give you the littlest room."

"Thank you very much. Also my language magic only works for about an hour a day, I'll understand you the rest of the time but I won't be able to answer."

"Anything else you have to say, then?"