As they passed the door that led to the lobby, the man called after them.
"Have a good night." A pause, then something approximating a grin under the white beard. "And be gentle with her."
Darion and Seren both looked back at him at the same time.
Sure, Seren looked good, really good, she had a face that people noticed, that was simply true. And she had a body that was also…
But the assumption attached to the comment landed with awkwardness.
"Huh," Darion said.
"Huh," Seren said, at exactly the same moment.
They followed the worker down the lobby.
The room was small and decent enough for what it was. Stone walls, a window with a shutter that closed properly, a table with a candle on it that looked like it had been burning since approximately the founding of the establishment and had no intention of stopping.
It looked like some Eternal candle.
The floor was swept. The air smelled of the bar below, which was warm food and old wood and people, all mixed together.
