[ Next to X’rhun, even Ardyn’s garb doesn’t draw too many curious glances. Most of the regulars at the little establishment on the inn’s first floor have become used to the brightly-dressed Miqo’te’s comings and goings in the last few days, but he still manages to draw some gazes just by walking into a room. ]
Then I shall sweet-talk you in private. For now, make yourself at home.
[ So, saying, he fishes a brass key from his pocket, the room number burned into the leather tag that hangs about the key, and offers it to Ardyn. There aren’t many rooms, just a scant few that line the single hall at the top of the stairs, and scantly furnished as well. Each with a single bed, a simple table and pair of chairs and a small washroom attached.
If Ardyn would like a moment or two by himself to collect his thoughts, then X’rhun is offering it to him. ]
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Then I shall sweet-talk you in private. For now, make yourself at home.
[ So, saying, he fishes a brass key from his pocket, the room number burned into the leather tag that hangs about the key, and offers it to Ardyn. There aren’t many rooms, just a scant few that line the single hall at the top of the stairs, and scantly furnished as well. Each with a single bed, a simple table and pair of chairs and a small washroom attached.
If Ardyn would like a moment or two by himself to collect his thoughts, then X’rhun is offering it to him. ]