After drawing at
least three pictures, Hexle seemed intent on moving forward once more. With a grin, Pyris got up, prepared to follow him wherever he chose to go. Upon his sitting down, staring at her like she was stupid, she realized that he was waiting for her to move. Sighing, she moved forward, stuffing her hands into her pockets and looking around. It was such a beautiful day, and she had been keen on moving her stock into a new storage area. The cavern she had chosen was now home to a tribe of Serraptors, leaving her out one storage room.
The skies were beginning to grow dusky and the lurkers of the bridge were beginning to thin. Soon the less reputable set of characters would be coming out to play. Glancing to make sure that Hexle remained with her, she trudged over to the first bridge she came to.
She was never the most aware person around, not paying much attention to her surroundings when she didn't need to, but as the stars began to shine, she felt the urge to turn back and go home. After much internal debate, she decided to get a room where she was for their own sake. Pushing open the inn door, she looked around the mediocre place.
The room was a crusty brown color, the desk almost matching it to the shade. A hairy man leaned over a book heavily and she realized she had no idea where they'd wandered to. "Can I help you?" the heavyset man spoke, two fingers rubbing at his peculiarly bulbous nose before he dipped a pen and looked at her expectantly.
"We need a place to stay for the night," she said easily, Hexle sitting promptly beside her and eying the room carefully. She knew the concept draculi would watch her back, if nothing else, for his own protection. The portly man scribbled something into his book before staring at her once again. "Pirrico. Pyris Pirrico."
"15 keystones," he said simply, holding out his hands as she paid him the money quietly. "Room 5 is your room. Last door on the left." After that, he picked up a book she supposed he'd been reading before she entered. Just as she turned to walk up the stairs, she heard him bang something against the counter. Looking over her shoulder, she spotted a key with a number 5 on the side in what looked like chalk. Of course, it couldn't possibly
be chalk, but that was what it looked like.
"C'mon, Hexle," she murmured as she headed up the stairs, pushing the key into the lock and turning it. As the door swung open, she sighed heavily. She wasn't sure if she'd rather sleep on the bed or in the floor. "We should be pretty safe here," she assured as she locked the door behind her.
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