PANIC!

A fine morrow to you, my most excellent sir! We are but a simple travelling party, outcast from society due to our, ah, biological rarities. But do not despair! We are fulfilling our long held wanderlust, travelling the land and seeing all that we might see! Ah, but our party is weary from our lengthy pilgrimage, and we seek accommodations for the night! Might we dodge the biting cold in yonder haypile?