Re: Upstairs in the Inn
It took her a few minutes to go downstairs, nod to others and talk to the bar keep. She ordered a fair amount of food and negotiated supplies to get cleaned up with.
Time had passed quickly for her, when she arrived back upstairs,, two towels and a key in hand.
I ordered a lot of food. I claim one third of it. She smiled at him, She dropped towels on a small table. You can do mine too, if you want. She teased, watching his actions for a second.
Lots of people talked about cleaning weapons as something soothing, focusing... she hated it. It wasn't that for her, but a necessary evil. Worse, it was like tending to race car, thoroughbreed, or she supposed child, you couldn't just let anyone do it. It was something that had to be tended to by one self or someone with you had great trust.
The gruff looking one down there said they'd bring up a bath, but there's a shower at the end of the hall. She'd started to gather clothing. I'm heading there, it won't take me long. She now had armful of clothing towel and other sundry items.