I watched Bram set his jug down slowly. Not like he was done with it. More like the idea of finishing had been interrupted halfway through and now required both hands free.
"When'd you put in th'bath," he said.
"I'm not certain I did," I said.
I went back behind the counter, checking the broth level. The lighter base needed more attention early on. Less body meant it moved faster at the bottom, and fast-moving broth had a habit of catching before you noticed it.
Bram looked at the corridor door. Then at me.
"I talked with th'building," he said.
"I know."
"Walked every level. Second floor twice. Foundation points from th'counter east."
"Very thorough."
"I didn't find a bath."
"I know that too," I said. I set the lid back on the pot. "Which is part of why I hadn't been describing the inn as having one."
He went silent for a moment. His jaw set. His eyes went to the counter and stayed there.
"When'd it get there," he said.
I folded the cloth and leaned on the counter.
