Randy and the jerican town

"Oh, you’ll love the monastery, its recently been refurbished. With long granite columns, fantastic wood, That baby will stand the test of time."
"Really?"
"Oh yes, and you’ll hear of stories of the old days, when virtue needed protection and the mighty monks of ages past. Of course master Moomow will take some time accept your occasional visits but after you meet up with your family in Westport and I get the deed, I’m sure that I could wear him down."
"It all sounds so amazing."
"Oh, it is. It’s not often you meet many men joined together all for the cause of perpetuating goodness.” Randy smiled. “and I’ll teach you everything I know.”
Tamitha knew that her parents were probably in some sort of bane of existence (either imprisoned or worse) but somehow knowing it would all be alright and that… Tamitha couldn’t explain it, so she just gave Randolph a squeeze around the neck, which wasn’t hard seeing that he was still giving her a piggy back.
Turning a corner. “This seems to be the place.” Randolph stated as he set down Tamitha and began to pop his back.
A cold breeze coursed through the air as it was autumn and the midget if a town seemed to be about half the size of her home community.
“Brrrr! When does it get warm around here?” Randy asked not really expecting a response “Let’s see if they have a local inn.”

Glancing around, Tamitha was mesmerized by the quietness in the air and the eerie absence of a bustling crowd. “Come along, Tamitha” Randy stated as he stood in the doorway of a formidable shack that looked like it formally had been a barn. Hustling inside she saw a decrepit man behind the counter, nearly unconscious from lack of activity, that sprang to life when he saw the weary travelers.
“Your not supposed to be here.” The raspy voice stated.
“we can pay” Randolph pleaded.
“No you don’t understand. King Bartholomew thinks this is a swell place for mutiny gatherings, he’s been siphoning the population little by little till there’s but ten of us left.”
“He’s right” a voice came from the corner. “You might want to get out of here while you-” looking at the child the man caught a glimpse of the locket, turning his gaze to the outside, almost ashamed, he saw snow beginning to pile down from the heaven. “Perhaps we should let them stay Johnson.”
“Now Damien I’m not going to be liable for these folks. I know you’ve only been here for a week but this here is a serious matter.” Damien’s back now turned to the group, staring fully into the descending snow. “its either a night here or forty miles of tundra to the next town.”