"I've never done that before, can you explain?"

"You pay for a newspaper to mention you in the section where they do that? And you put a phone number or a street address in the ad."

"What is a phone number?"

"It's how phones recognize each other. If you don't know what one is then you don't have one to put in the ad."

"I don't have a street address either though."

"I think you should arrange a place to stay or hire someone to take calls for you or something."

"Maybe. Where's Chequy Lodge?"

He points in its general direction.

"On the far side of town, has its name on a sign out front."

She nods. "Thanks." And she flies in the indicated direction.

In the indicated direction there is eventually a town where the streets are paved with black and white stones in a checkerboard pattern, in the center of which stands a stone tower which is also black and white. At the far edge of town is a quaint wooden building, three stories tall, built around a central courtyard, with a wooden sign by the front gate that says Chequy Lodge and claims to have one or more vacancies.

The town is kind of intimidating but she lands at the lodge anyway.

In the lobby there's a desk, with a person (they could pass for human but their ears are awfully pointy and their canines awfully fangy) behind it who is just hanging up a phone. To the left of the desk there's a rack of postcards for sale. To the right, there's a collection of soft chairs and stools and a couple of tables with plates of crackers and cheese and cured meat laid out on them; there are a few people sitting around, two of whom (one with feathery wings and one who could almost pass for human in dim light) are sharing the food.

Promise steps warily into the building, looks around slowly, doesn't address anyone right away because she's not sure how to read everybody's positioning in the room and their activities as corresponding to their roles.

After a moment of that, the person at the desk smiles warmly and tries to catch her eye. "Can I help you?"

"Hi. I was recommended this place as somewhere to sleep."

They can quote her some prices for rooms of varying fanciness, starting at nine crowns a night and going as high as thirty-four.

What is fancy about the fancy ones?

Some or all of more space, additional furniture, fancy balcony, or extra decorations.

She would like a balcony (or a large window that opens is also fine for her purposes) but doesn't care about the rest of it.

The cheapest room with its own balcony can be had for eighteen crowns a night, and it's available for the next couple of weeks.

She has nothing else to shop for at the moment, she can pay for the balcony room.

Then she can have the room key, on a keychain that has the room number on it. The room number will also be written on the door, check out is at noon, breakfast is free with the room if she wants any.

This kind of fairy must be weird about food somehow but she's not sure how to ask.

She goes to sleep in her room and in the morning she takes water, purifies it, and flies back to the first person she met, they seemed friendly.

When she gets there he's just stepping out the front door.

"Hi. Can I copy your map? I stayed at Chequy Lodge and it was fine but I'd rather live in the woods long term and need to know where's a good place."