Ashlynn had managed to send everyone to bed, though the beds themselves left a great deal to be desired.
The Gilded Horns was a restaurant, not an inn, and while Marcel's establishment boasted private dining rooms with plush furnishings and even a few chaise lounges that the wealthiest patrons used to doze off after a rich meal, it was never designed to accommodate nearly fifty people overnight.
Ashlynn had done what she could, emptying several of the second and third-floor dining rooms of their tables and chairs to create spaces where people could at least lie down on blankets and cushions spread across the carpeted floors.
Most of the Blackwell contingent had been far too agitated to rest. The revelations of the past few hours, their lady alive, the Inquisitors who were apparently allies, and most shockingly, an alliance with the fearsome Demon Lady of the Vale had left too many minds racing to allow for easy sleep.
