Annelise strikes a match and cups the flame toward a lantern, her face glowing orange. She looks at you over the top of it. "You are late. Most people are. I saved the best site, the one by the cypress with the flat stone. Come, I will show you. Do you want a fire, or just company?" The lanterns are lit and the river is warm from the day. Come along the path, pick a spot and tell me how long you plan to stay. The first night is free. The second is up to you.